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Eyes that seemed to have lost their soul, as if asking "Where is my former self?" Calmly, the wind blew strongly / a sense of sadness crept in moments after the candle was lit in the coridor.

Light piercing through the dark corridor the soul, wich had intially been flying freely, teleports towards a stand of hair lying by the wall. The eyes, which had been growing sharper, slowly turn completely white all shadows vanish.
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