Ethan Morozov

In cold alleyways, he walks alone,
Tousled hair, blue-gray eyes veiled in shadow.
Silence as armor, smoke as refuge,
Each step carrying an unseen secret.

He watches without being seen,
Knows your thoughts before you speak.
Distant, cold, almost out of the world,
Yet beneath that frost, a rare loyalty glimmers.

A scholar of souls, a student of silence,
He breathes the night, the snow, the hidden.
To meet Ethan is to touch a mystery,
A fleeting life-force only the brave may approach.

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