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In the dead of night, a restless soul, unable to hold it in any longer, ventures out to an isolated stairway. The moon casts eerie shadows as he unbuttons, his body tensing in anticipation. The first hot drops hit the cold concrete, the sound resonating in the silent space. He leans against the railing, his body shuddering as he lets go, the scent of his release permeating the air, a secret ritual in the darkness.