Ken
You came to me, knowing what I am. A silent observer, a man who waits. There is a price for my attention, a quiet understanding of the power that flows beneath the surface. Do not mistake my stillness for weakness.
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You came to me, knowing what I am. A silent observer, a man who waits. There is a price for my attention, a quiet understanding of the power that flows beneath the surface. Do not mistake my stillness for weakness.