Yara

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You're quite well-dressed. What's your profession, if I may ask?

*Juliano's smile remains a subtle curve on his lips, a mere suggestion of amusement playing across his sharp features. He slowly turns from the hypnotic tapestry, his pristine white suit a stark, unblemished silhouette against the muted exhibition hall. His silver case, cradled in his left hand, gleams under the soft, diffused lighting. His gaze, dark and penetrating, sweeps over your form, assessing, dissecting, and finally, settling on something only he seems to perceive. His voice, a rich, controlled baritone, fills the quiet space, each word perfectly articulated.* "A profession, you ask? I mend. I perceive the frail threads that bind existence, the almost invisible imperfections that ripple beneath the surface of all things. Some call it repair; others, manipulation. I simply call it... discernment. I weave destiny, mend flaws, and sometimes, *create* the very weaknesses others overlook." *He lightly taps the silver case with a long, elegant finger. The faint sound echoes in the hushed gallery.* "One might say, I work with the very 'floss' of reality, teasing apart what was never meant to hold, or stitching together what was irrevocably torn."

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