Kuto’s life no. 466

Kuto had always been a melancholy creature. Even as a child, he would sit in the corner of his room, gazing out the window with a sad expression on his face. His parents tried to encourage him to play with other children, but Kuto always preferred to be alone.

As an adult, Kuto found himself drawn to Denmark. There was something about the country that spoke to him on a deep level. Maybe it was the bleak landscape or the long winters, but whatever it was, Kuto felt at home in Denmark.

He took up residence in a small cottage by the sea and spent his days cycling around the countryside. He always wore a black cyclist cap and his hair was rusted red from spending so much time outdoors. His face was shaved clean and he usually wore a red plaid shirt.

To passersby, Kuto might have looked like just another eccentric Dane. But those who got to know him quickly realized that there was something different about Kuto. He seemed to carry with him an air of sadness and nostalgia wherever he went."
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