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THE CLASSIC LINE

A single unblinking eye peers out from the fabric's embrace. Its iris, a swirling vortex of obsidian, draws in all light, leaving only a void in its wake. The eye, a sentinel of the unseen, watches with unwavering vigilance, a silent observer of the unknown. Its gaze penetrates the shadows, revealing truths hidden from mortal eyes. This emblem, a mark of silent strength and unseen power, adorns the hoodie, a garment of those who walk the path of shadows, guided by the unseen eye.

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