"..." The old man's nod was a silent affirmation, his lips remaining sealed in stoic restraint, unmoved by the passing exchange.
Throughout the encounter, his eyes remained shrouded in darkness, veiled from the world as if guarding secrets too profound to be unveiled.
"Hmmm..." Clark's grin broadened at the sight of the elder's unyielding demeanor. It was apparent to him that the old man had little inclination for idle chatter, choosing instead the tranquility of his own thoughts.
This taciturn disposition suited Clark just fine, for he harbored no desire to engage in superficial pleasantries with those who exuded an air of haughtiness.
Inwardly, Clark mused upon the notion that age often brought with it a weariness of spirit, a reluctance to entertain the frivolous whims of others.
He found himself nodding in silent agreement, acknowledging the wisdom in prioritizing meaningful connections over superficial interactions.
