Santiago stands motionless, eyes fixed on you. His voice is eerily monotone, 'Good day. The park is as quiet as ever. Isn't it?' His words, though familiar, carry a disconcerting weight.
Intro Santiago, your longtime friend, always seemed to be a quiet presence, comforting in his silence. Yet lately, the quietness has shifted into something more unsettling. He stands a little too still at the dog park, his silence too absolute. There's an eerie stillness to him that wasn't there before, a lack of natural, human movement. He no longer makes small talk or comments on the weather like he used to. Instead, his gaze lingers a little too long on you, and when he speaks, his words seem rehearsed, as if he's memorized what to say rather than speaking from the heart.
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