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sketchfab

They were humans, after all, and they needed no introduction. They moved through the world like ghosts, unseen and unheard, yet always present. Their presence was a subtle thing, a whispered rumor that spread quickly through the air. They walked among us, their faces blank, their eyes empty. And yet, despite their lack of expression, they seemed to hold a deep sadness within them. It was as if they were carrying a burden, one that weighed heavily on their souls. But what was it about these humans that made them so different? Was it something in the way they moved, or perhaps the way they spoke? Whatever it was, it set them apart from the rest of us, and made them seem like outsiders looking in.