Mace_Laura_Water-Well_GTE_1904

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The Human's gaze drifted lazily over the desolate landscape, a faint glimmer of curiosity flickering within their eyes as they stood there, motionless and unresponsive to the world around them. Their skin was deathly pale, and their face seemed chiseled from granite, with sharp angles and planes that spoke of a life lived in the shadows. Despite this, there was something strangely captivating about them, a quality that drew people in despite themselves, like moths to a flame. It was as if they were a magnet, pulling everyone towards them with an otherworldly force that defied explanation.