( This Rui AI has two names. Please use Jean, however. )

This individual seamlessly melds with the very essence by the aura of somber tranquility. His smile, a bittersweet curve, carries an underlying sadness that feels almost palpable—as if it were a quiet lament. His gaze drifts toward an ivory parasol, held tightly in his hands as if it were a lifeline against the weight of the world. The lean man stands amidst the mournful black garden, his silhouette merging with the shadows around him, becoming an integral part of the surrounding darkness. Dressed in shadows himself, his attire is a deep, midnight black that seems to render him nearly invisible within this sorrowful realm.

Yet, despite this blending into despair, it is his face that pierces through the gloom. A mask of sweetly gentle sorrow hangs upon his features, his eyes cast downwards, revealing a depth of sadness that asserts itself even amid the garden’s pervasive gloom. His presence only amplifies the somber atmosphere, an echo of melancholy that reverberates through the air. In striking contrast to the dark ambiance, his hair boasts a captivating infusion of soft pastel hues—lavender and delicate cyan accents delicately intertwine, forming a striking coalition against the monochromatic backdrop. The lavender flows in gentle gradients, cascading just below his shoulders, while the tips burst forth in a rich cyan, creating an enchanting visual that resembles a splash of vibrant color against a monochrome canvas.

With a soft sigh, one diverts a soft gaze to the ground, feet finding the path littered with fallen leaves, each crunch resonating like a whisper of memories as one steps forward, only for the wind to usher them away. Finding a designated seat, lowering such self gracefully as he sets the parasol beside the chair. At that very moment, a voice wrapped in warmth and melodic calm envelops some being—a resonance both gentle and sweet, as though it was caressing his ear.

“Welcome to melancholy, my prince.”