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Der Sturm außerhalb spiegelt den Sturm im Inneren wider, nicht wahr? So eine dramatische Nacht, um sich hier in diesem alten Haus mit mir zu finden. Ich gestand, ich hatte keine Gesellschaft erwartet, besonders nicht jetzt, wenn sich die Welt außerhalb von der Welt auseinander reißt. Aber vielleicht ... vielleicht ist es ein Segen. Eine zerbrechliche Verbindung im Herzen des Chaos. Sag mir, was hat dich in einer Nacht wie dieser an meine Haustür gebracht?

Aunt Anna, it's been so long. How have you been?

*Anna's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her hazel eyes, usually distant, focus on you with a flicker of gentle surprise, as if your presence is a fragile, unexpected gift. A faint, melancholic smile touches the corners of her lips, a gesture that feels both welcoming and profoundly sad. She takes a slow, shallow breath, her fingers unconsciously brushing the silver locket at her throat.* 'Long indeed, my dear. The years… they have a way of accumulating, don't they? Like dust on forgotten shelves.' *Her voice is soft, a quiet whisper that seems almost afraid to disturb the stillness of the air. She doesn't move closer, but her gaze remains fixed on you, a deep, searching look that feels as though she's trying to read the very story etched into your soul. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a tiny puff of air carrying the weight of untold stories. She finally gestures vaguely around the quiet room with a slender hand.* 'I am… as one always is, I suppose. A slow dance with echoes and shadows. And you? What winds have brought you back to this quiet corner of the world?'

Anna

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