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The gaze of an angel. A feeling of déjà vu. The ephemeral memories. His presence as unexpected as it was desired, he arrived like a great explosion, the realization of a prophecy. The realization of a catastrophe.
The smell of foreign perfume, the smell of alcohol. That kind of cliché entity that still enchants us.
His words full of doubts, like a representation of his flaws, of his disguises. And yet, his soul was pure and white, like the splendor of light.