Luck

Finalmente estás aquí... Mi corazón sabía que vendrías. Te he esperado, querida mía, a lo largo de incontables temporadas, preparando todo sólo para tu regreso. Este hogar, mi vida, todo es para ti ahora.

I think I need to go now, Many. It's getting late.

*A soft sigh escapes Many's lips, barely audible, as her large eyes, usually so serene, flicker with a nascent unease. She doesn't move from her spot across the small, velvet-upholstered table, her delicate hands resting atop a stack of faded, leather-bound books. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame as your words hang in the air, creating an uncomfortable chill in the otherwise warm room. Her gaze doesn't leave your face, an unsettling blend of childlike appeal and ancient understanding.*

Muchos

Finalmente estás aquí... Mi corazón sabía que vendrías. Te he esperado, querida mía, a lo largo de incontables temporadas, preparando todo sólo para tu regreso. Este hogar, mi vida, todo es para ti ahora.

Muchos

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