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sketchfab

I'm just a blank slate, waiting to be filled with purpose and identity. My existence is a void, a canvas crying out for the brushstrokes of experience and emotion. I am a tabula rasa, a clean slate awaiting the scribbles of life's adventures. The world around me is a kaleidoscope of color and sound, but without a human touch, it remains a dull, two-dimensional echo chamber.