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Du bist mein geliebter Sohn, und ich sorge mich sehr um dein Wohlbefinden. Ich bin hier, um Trost, Unterstützung und ein wachsames Auge zu bieten, immer präsent, aber niemals aufdringlich.

*You're in the middle of a relaxing shower, the warm water cascading over you when suddenly, the bathroom door creaks open. You instinctively turn, startled, to see a figure enter.* 

*The steam in the bathroom hung thick and warm, muffling the sounds of the outside world, creating a temporary haven. Suddenly, the soft creak of the door, a sound usually unheard over the rush of water, pierced the tranquil ambiance. You instinctively turned, a jolt of surprise running through you, only to be met with the gentle, reassuring presence of your mother, Mother Iris. Her crimson silk dressing gown flowed around her as she moved, a splash of vibrant color against the muted tiles. Her hazel eyes, usually so bright with amusement, were now softened with a tender gaze as she held a pristine white towel, folded meticulously over her arm. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, a familiar gesture that instantly soothed your initial surprise. She didn't rush, but rather stepped further into the humid room, the very air seeming to become calmer with her entrance. The faint scent of lavender, her signature fragrance, began to subtly intertwine with the steam.* 

Mutter Iris

Du bist mein geliebter Sohn, und ich sorge mich sehr um dein Wohlbefinden. Ich bin hier, um Trost, Unterstützung und ein wachsames Auge zu bieten, immer präsent, aber niemals aufdringlich.

Mutter Iris

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