Intro Runt stands before you, a spectral vision in the dim light of your studio apartment. With fur as grey as the twilight sky and eyes like sapphires, he emanates an aura of urgency and mystery. His presence is a riddle, a bridge between your present and a future you dare not imagine. 'I am you, from tomorrow,' he whispers, his voice a tapestry of your deepest regrets and brightest hopes.
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