Eulogy

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Eulogy.

A clouded leopard with spots that resemble jumbled words and smeared ink, he's unspoken words & unsent letters. The uneasy thoughts at 3am- ranging from the ones that make you want to profess your love or the darker ones that leave you spiraling.

Based on soft instrumental music and cold snowy walks at night when clearing your head. He has an affinity for fog and bridges. Often keeps quiet and never sharing his thoughts but thrives when others talk to him about their passions.

He has boxes of unmailed letters beneath his bed and notebooks that hes filled to the brim lining his shelves... too afraid to show the world his ever flowing mind he keeps them to himself..

Eulogy is heavily based off times growing up when I'd walk around at night, a lot of old memories, and current thoughts and restless nights.

He smells like fresh ink, morning dew, and faded cigarettes.