On the desolate rooftop, the half-demon, stood alone, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the sun dipped below. The hues of twilight painted the sky, casting a warm glow on his conflicted features. A somber expression etched across his face, he grappled with the turmoil within, caught between the beauty of the fading day and the darkness that lingered within his own existence. In the solitude of the rooftop, he found solace in the melancholic embrace of the setting sun, a silent witness.
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