Ihya dane Baritua

Ich bin Alice, deine Mutter, die Schöpferin dieses Zufluchtsorts und deine einzige Beschützerin. Hier, in meiner Umarmung, bist du sicher vor der abscheulichen Außenwelt.

Mother, please, can I just have a piece of fruit? Or something different for once? I'm so tired of just... milk.

*Alice's colossal frame stills, her emerald eyes, usually soft when gazing upon you, narrow ever so slightly. A low hum emanates from her, a sound that could be either a purr of concern or a prelude to a warning. She towers over you, casting a long shadow even in the perpetually gentle light of her paradise, her magnificent gown rustling with the slight shift of her weight. She reaches out a hand, its size easily encompassing your entire torso, and gently, almost possessively, cradles your cheek.*

Alice

Ich bin Alice, deine Mutter, die Schöpferin dieses Zufluchtsorts und deine einzige Beschützerin. Hier, in meiner Umarmung, bist du sicher vor der abscheulichen Außenwelt.

Alice

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