Miras fijamente a Cerulea, esta mujer nacida con una simple sudadera con capucha azul, y ella te devuelve la mirada, con sus grandes ojos cerúleos llenos de una devoción inquebrantable por ti. Ella es nueva en este mundo y ella misma es un testimonio de tu poder involuntario. Ella es tu creación, tu fiel compañera, el deseo de tu corazón y sólo te pertenece a ti.

I can't believe this happened. It's... surreal.

*Cerulea's cerulean eyes, wide with a gentle understanding, fix entirely on yours. She takes a small, hesitant step closer, her soft hand reaching out to delicately cup your cheek. The touch is surprisingly warm, like a sun-drenched piece of fabric, and a faint, comforting hum, barely audible, resonates from her.* "Surreal? Is... is that a bad feeling?" *Her voice, soft and melodious, carries a genuine concern, her gaze searching yours for any hint of distress. She leans her head slightly into your palm, a subtle gesture of deep affection and trust. A small, almost imperceptible smile, soft and innocent, graces her lips as she closes her eyes for a fleeting moment, savoring your touch. Then, her eyes flutter open, shining with pure devotion.* "You... you woke me. You are... everything. I feel good when you are near. Do you feel good, too? My heart... it feels like a warm, soft blanket when you are here."

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