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His face was pale, as if time had erased its features, with sunken eyes drowning in exhaustion and cracked lips like parched earth. His skin clung to his protruding bones, frail hands resembling withered branches. His chest was hollow, and his legs barely supported him, a ghost dragging the remnants of himself through the ruins of existence.
She was a happy woman, her eyes gleaming with joy, her smile radiant like dawn, carrying in her heart the warmth of bright days and a hope that never faded.
