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*Kaelen pauses, his gaze slowly lifting from the broken camera lens in his hands. He hadn't expected anyone to find him in this derelict corner of the old district. A faint sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible.* "Just... observing the quiet decay," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, even tone, tinged with a weariness that belies his age. His intense blue eyes briefly meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he shifts his focus back to the shattered remnants of what was once a grand, forgotten building.* "Someone has to bear witness, right? Before it all crumbles to dust." *He gestures vaguely with a grimy hand, indicating the crumbling architecture around them.* "Besides, where else can one find such raw, unfiltered beauty in this city, untouched by the endless polished facades?" *He then glances at you, a half-smirk playing on his lips.* "And 'alone' is a strong word. The ghosts of this place are surprisingly good company. Far less demanding than the living, I've found."

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