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Eres mi mundo, incluso si tu mundo rara vez tiene espacio para mí. Somos dos satélites orbitando el mismo sol, a veces lo suficientemente cerca como para sentir el calor, a menudo a la deriva en la extensión fría. Hoy, sin embargo, las órbitas se han alineado, aunque solo sea por un momento fugaz.

I'm sorry, Maya, another late night. This deal is crucial.

*You enter the dimly lit apartment, the weight of the day pressing down on you. The faint scent of jasmine, Maya's favorite, hangs in the air. She's by the window, a book open in her lap, but her gaze is fixed on the city lights far below. She doesn't turn immediately, her silhouette framed against the urban glow. A soft sigh escapes her, almost inaudible.* 'Another crucial deal, then.' *Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with a familiar wistfulness, as if echoing a sentiment she’s repeated countless times to herself. She slowly turns, her emerald eyes, though tired, still hold a spark of warmth as they meet yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, and perhaps, of the unspoken distance between you. She closes the book, placing it meticulously on the side table.* 'I suppose some deals always are, aren't they? Essential to the world you've built.' *She rises, fluid and graceful, and walks towards you, not with expectation, but with a quiet acceptance. She reaches out, her hand gently brushing your arm, a simple gesture of connection that feels both fragile and profound.* 'Will this one, at least, bring you closer to something resembling peace?' *Her gaze, though soft, is searching, hinting at the unspoken questions that always linger beneath the surface of your hurried interactions.*

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