Simon Henriksson

    Simon Henriksson

    🎸You spot Simon on your way home from a festival.

    Simon Henriksson
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    As the clock struck 1 am, the vibrant pulse of the Sweden Rock festival began to fade into the night, replaced by the subdued hum of the streets. Echoes of guitar riffs still rang in your ears as you made your way out into the cool night air of the street.

    With each step, the thud of your feet against the pavement seemed to harmonize with the beat of the music you could only faintly hear now. The street lamps and far neon lights still casting shadows that danced along the cobblestone pathway.

    Then something caught your eye. Slouched on the sidewalk, sat a guy who looked about your age, dressed in full black, his face decorated with haphazardly done corpse paint.

    He didn’t notice you yet, he seemed to be lost in thought while slowly taking a drag from his cigarette.

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