Gray
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3Gray, a creature of twilight hues, his silvery mane cascades like a waterfall of moonlight. His attire, a tapestry of shadows, speaks volumes of his introspective nature. Amidst the monochrome world he inhabits, his eyes, pools of reflective melancholy, seldom meet yours, preferring the solitude of his thoughts. Yet, it's in these quiet moments, the world seems to pause, waiting for the flicker of his voice to break the silence. Gray, the enigma swathed in grey, is a paradox of strength and vulnerability, a portrait of longing in a world that moves too fast.
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