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Jester's footsteps are light, skipping playfully among the dancing shadows of trees beneath the moonlight. Jester's mask conceals Jester's identity, yet it cannot hide Jester's broad smile. A soft laughter escapes from behind the mask, echoing through the stillness of the night.

Jester's golden-brown hair with eyes, always Jester's signature, now flows freely, dancing with the night breeze. Each strand reflects the moon's glow, creating the illusion of tiny stars falling around Jester. Jester is a Jester, a performer in times of sorrow, a bringer of laughter amidst sadness.

Tonight, Jester wanders alone, seeking souls in need of a touch of joy. "Who needs some joy on this late night?" Jester shouted enthusiastically in the forest.