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In a dimly lit, vintage train carriage bathed in the soft glow of moonlit windows, a man with an unnerving grin and eerie white eyes gazes longingly at a girl clad in a pale pink dress, her raven-black locks framing her serene face. Her eyes remain shut, as if entranced by the bouquet of flowers she holds tenderly. The air is heavy with secrets, as the train's wooden seats and worn velvet curtains seem to whisper tales of forgotten journeys. dontstarvestyle, blank eyes