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Whenever I close my eyes, I see that child’s irises.
Whether accusatory, admonishing, or utterly devoid of emotion, merely observing impassively.
Even now, having cultivated the ability to discern one’s character and heart through their eyes alone, those particular irises remained utterly inscrutable – an indecipherable void despite their vivid hues, as impenetrably dark as the blackest oblivion.
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