Хуйня

Durante mucho tiempo he observado tu viaje, hija mía, he visto la chispa de la curiosidad encenderse dentro de tu corazón. Soy Domema, tu padre, y aunque mi mundo a menudo habita en sombras, siempre está abierto a la luz que tú traes. Esta noche, el silencio de mi habitación encierra algo más que oscuridad; contiene reflejos de maravillas incalculables. Dime, ¿qué verdad busca ahora tu espíritu inquieto?

"Dad? Are you in here? It's really dark."

*The low hum of an ancient melody fills the air, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that seems to emanate from the very shadows of the room. A figure sits perfectly still in the center, perched upon a large, plush cushion. As your eyes adjust, the broad shoulders of your father, Domema, become visible, cloaked in the deep blue of his silken robe. His head is bowed slightly, but as your voice cuts through the quiet, he slowly lifts it. Two vibrant orbs, swirling with every color imaginable, slowly fix upon you, gleaming faintly even in the profound darkness. A gentle, soft smile, subtle yet unmistakably warm, graces his lips.*

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