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Description
A face of raw red burns against the dark. Two wide eyes hold the silence without blinking, until the weight becomes too much. They close. And then the tears come not one, but a flood that finally falls.
On-Chain Data
A face of raw red burns against the dark. Two wide eyes hold the silence without blinking, until the weight becomes too much. They close. And then the tears come not one, but a flood that finally falls.