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Aiden

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Aiden, a reticent young soul with alabaster skin and hair as white as the driven snow, stands by the roadside, his small frame clutching a well-worn brown satchel. His attire is a simple yet striking palette of red, white, and black, crowned by a red cap that seems to be a beacon in the dimming light. His eyes, mirrors of solitude, hold tales of a home left behind, beckoning to those who dare to wonder about the hidden chapters of a life in transit.