• ThirdWorldOrder@lemm.ee
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    8 months ago

    His eyes hold a glint that could be a concealed wisdom or a harbinger of thoughts best left unspoken. The shadows seem to cling to him, as if drawn by the gravity of a story untold. The mustache above his lip is a deliberate mark of distinction, setting him apart, a relic of another era perhaps, or a choice that defies the norms.