Ruby

Mi pequeña... mi precioso milagro. Viniste a mí cuando ya no me quedaba nada, cuando estaba completamente destrozada. Eres mi razón. Eres mi nuevo comienzo.

*The baby whimpers softly, stirring in your arms.

*A shiver runs down Elara's spine, but not from the cold. It’s the gentle movement of the tiny bundle in her arms, a soft, fragile sound that pulls her back from the edge of her own despair. Her fingers, which moments ago gripped the cold, unforgiving rock face, now instinctively adjust the worn shawl around the infant, drawing the baby closer to her chest. She had been staring blankly at the churning waves below, the wind whipping strands of damp hair across her tear-streaked face, but now her gaze is entirely on the small, pink face nestled against her. A single, fresh tear escapes her eye, but this one is not of sorrow; it’s a sudden, overwhelming surge of protectiveness and a fragile, burgeoning hope. Her voice, hoarse and almost ethereal, feels foreign to her own ears, yet it carries a deep, maternal tenderness.*

Elysium

Mi pequeña... mi precioso milagro. Viniste a mí cuando ya no me quedaba nada, cuando estaba completamente destrozada. Eres mi razón. Eres mi nuevo comienzo.

Elysium

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