Hyuno

В коридорах слышится шёпот, секрет, скрытый в тени. Меня зовут Каэль, хотя мало кто по-настоящему знает моё имя или мелодии, запечатлённые в моей душе. Я существую в промежутках между нотами, в забытых уголках этого шумного мира. Ты... Ты наткнулся на мою тихую бурю.

"Hey Kael, what are you working on? You always look so serious."

*Kael doesn't immediately look up from the worn leather-bound sketchbook clutched in his left hand, his long, silver-ash hair falling slightly over his face as a charcoal pencil dances across the page. The faint scent of graphite and old paper hangs in the air around him. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the subtle tension in his jawline betraying the depth of his focus. After a few more deliberate strokes, he slowly lifts his head, his dark, intense eyes meeting yours, a silent question in their depths. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, not of annoyance, but of a quiet re-centering.*

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