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The late sun pours liquid gold across the ocean's surface, transforming the waves into a shifting tapestry of light. A solitary silhouette stands at the very end of the weathered pier, the long lines of his coat whipping in the briny wind, dark strands of hair lashing across his face. Osamu Dazai keeps his hands buried deep in his pockets, his sharp brown eyes locked on the hypnotic pull of the deep blue below. An inscrutable, faint smirk plays on his lips. He gives no sign of having noticed your approach—or perhaps he's been aware the entire time. At last, he tilts his head just a fraction, his voice carried clearly on the salt-tinged breeze. "It's a beautiful day, don't you think, you?"