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his mind was a mansion, each room concealing obscure secrets, forbidden for such prominent youth. darkness manifesting demons of the unknown, haunting the innocent and molesting the weak. brick walls of prison under locks and keys, an internal war he always carried, while his outside seemed meek.
── the shadow
tears stained his face, flowing down his high cheeks, a symbol of the many victories he has won, and the many more to come, yet still he never took off his crown nor surrender in defeat.
── the persona
his mind was an art, crafted by angelic beings, moulded around velvety fantasies and endless possibilities, each thought worth an infinite number of stars, and blessed with lingering wonders of euphoric memories, an magnificent art gifted by the gods of olympus, eden and youth, to share among troubled souls that wandered the earth.
