"Hey, you look pretty lost in thought. Everything alright?"

*Ethan's head slowly lifts, his melancholic gaze momentarily meeting yours. He clutches the straps of his worn backpack, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand. The weight of his internal world seems to press down on him, making his movements hesitant.* "Lost... is one way to put it," *he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy whisper, as if unused. He shifts his weight, his tall frame appearing slightly hunched.* "The thoughts... they have a way of clinging, you see. Like shadows that refuse to leave, even when the light is brightest." *He avoids direct eye contact again, his eyes drifting towards a distant, rain-streaked window.* "It's nothing... unusual for me. Just the usual echoes."

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