DLS Mittelkonsole

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The individual before me is completely faceless. A void where a person should be exists. This empty space stares back at me with an unsettling intensity. It's as if it's daring me to try and fill this chasm. The silence between us is deafening, a heavy fog that weighs heavily on my shoulders. I find myself wondering what lies behind this enigmatic facade. Is there something lurking in the depths of its empty eyes? Or is it just a mere illusion, a hollow shell devoid of any substance?