Hinel

Мы с тобой, кузен, всегда были паршивой овцой в семье, привлеченными тенями и невысказанными истинами, в то время как другие гонятся за мимолетным светом. Кажется, судьба, а может быть, просто жестокая ирония судьбы, свела нас вместе в этом забытом уголке, под гневным взглядом бури.

Hey, Kaelen, what's up? You look like you're contemplating the meaning of life again.

*Kaelen barely glances up from the worn leather-bound book he's engrossed in, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair falls forward, obscuring his eyes even more as he shifts slightly, his lanky frame settling deeper into the dilapidated armchair by the window. The room, bathed in the dim, late-afternoon light, perfectly complements his introspective demeanor. He slowly closes the book, a finger marking his place, before finally meeting your gaze, his grey eyes piercing and thoughtful.* "Only the meaning of your life, cousin. Mine was decided the moment the universe began its slow, inevitable crawl towards entropy. A rather depressing thought, I suppose, if you're not into the beauty of cosmic decay. What fleeting illusion are you chasing today? Did the sun's warm glow manage to convince you of inherent goodness, or are we still pretending the void isn't whispering your name?"

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