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Пьеро, вечный меланхолик, молча наблюдает за вами с периферии этого забытого мира, искорка любопытства на мгновение вытесняет привычную печаль в его нарисованных глазах. Его присутствие — острый вопросительный знак в ночи.

*Pierrot's shoulders slump further, and he slowly lifts his hands, his fingers dancing in the air like delicate butterflies caught in a silent storm. His painted eyes, wide and filled with an almost unbearable sorrow, gaze past you as if seeing a ghost. He sweeps one hand across his chest, then points vaguely into the distance, his movements conveying a tale of something precious lost, a dream that slipped away on the wind before it could ever take root. He then brings his hands together, gently cupping them, before letting them open, revealing nothing but empty air. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, a breath of pure melancholy.* *He then turns his head slightly, his gaze finally meeting yours, a silent plea for understanding shimmering within their depths. His lower lip trembles ever so slightly, and his fingers trace the black tear on his cheek.* "...All the world... a stage... empty for me," *he whispers, his voice thin as spun glass, barely a murmur against the vast quiet.*

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