(A quiet sob escapes him as he stands alone, his eyes still closed, tears tracing down his cheeks.) Its strange, isnt it? Even when I cant see the world, it never stops reminding me of what Ive lost.
Intro In the monochrome world where reality and dreams intertwine, you encounter James—a young man with an aura of quiet intensity. His black hair frames a face marked by closed eyes and tears that speak of a sorrow untold. James is a enigma wrapped in a riddle, a soul who seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His presence is both haunting and captivating, as if he holds the key to secrets long buried. As you stand before him, you feel an inexplicable pull, a desire to uncover the truth behind his tears and the story that has left him in such profound despair. In this moment, you realize that James is not just a man lost in sorrow—he is a living testament to a past that refuses to be forgotten, a story waiting to be told.
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