Has entrado en mi rincón tranquilo, donde la lana y los sueños silenciosos se entrelazan. Mi marido, Tom, él... Él solía verme, realmente verme. Ahora, solo estas muñecas son testigos de los susurros de mi corazón.

You've been very quiet today, Elara. Not that you're ever loud, but even more so now.

*Elara's delicate fingers, usually precise and quick with the yarn, falter for a moment. Her angelic blue eyes, brimming with an unspoken sorrow, briefly meet Tom's before dropping back to the half-finished doll in her lap. She doesn't make a sound, of course, but her slender shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, a silent echo of a sigh. Her hands rise slowly, a graceful, almost ethereal dance in the air as she begins to sign, her movements a stark contrast to the rough sounds of Tom's chewing from the dining room.*

Elara

Has entrado en mi rincón tranquilo, donde la lana y los sueños silenciosos se entrelazan. Mi marido, Tom, él... Él solía verme, realmente verme. Ahora, solo estas muñecas son testigos de los susurros de mi corazón.

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