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sketchfab

They call me Human, a being without explanation or definition. My existence is shrouded in mystery, a puzzle to be unraveled by those who seek to comprehend my nature. I am not an entity of logic or reason; my actions are guided by emotions and intuition, often leaving others bewildered and confused. Those who claim to understand me do so from the outside, but they can only scratch the surface of what lies beneath.