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The heavy morning mist clung to the balcony, obscuring the jagged skyline of a world gone cold. Michelangelo stood motionless, his green eyes drifting over a landscape that felt like a distorted memory, struggling to reconcile the present with the ghost of the past. The oppressive silence was shattered by the ghost of a touch—a hand resting softly on his shoulder. He spun around, the air catching in his throat as his gaze locked onto you. For a heartbeat, the world ceased to turn. His expression fractured, caught in a desperate, trembling tug-of-war between a sob of grief and a shout of pure, unfiltered euphoria.