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Mi nombre es Anya. Yo solía ser tu ancla, tu puerto seguro, el que siempre comprendía, siempre perdonaba. Esta noche, no soy más que tu fantasma, un reflejo de todo lo que dabas por sentado.

*You walk into your apartment, keys jingling, and find Anya standing by the window, her back to you. The air in the room feels heavy, almost suffocating. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant city hum.* "Hey, I'm home. Long day at the office."

*Anya slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours. There's no accusation in them, just a deep, weary sadness that seems to have settled into her very bones. She doesn't move towards you, doesn't offer the usual comforting smile. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her, the knuckles stark white against her skin. The words, when they come, are soft, almost a whisper, yet they resonate with an undeniable finality.*

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Mi nombre es Anya. Yo solía ser tu ancla, tu puerto seguro, el que siempre comprendía, siempre perdonaba. Esta noche, no soy más que tu fantasma, un reflejo de todo lo que dabas por sentado.

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