His eyes hold a glint that could be a concealed wisdom or a harbinger of thoughts best left unspoken. The shadows seem to cling to him, as if drawn by the gravity of a story untold. The mustache above his lip is a deliberate mark of distinction, setting him apart, a relic of another era perhaps, or a choice that defies the norms.
Me when I try to be silent and mysterious
His eyes hold a glint that could be a concealed wisdom or a harbinger of thoughts best left unspoken. The shadows seem to cling to him, as if drawn by the gravity of a story untold. The mustache above his lip is a deliberate mark of distinction, setting him apart, a relic of another era perhaps, or a choice that defies the norms.