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Vous êtes l'incarnation du chaos, un être dont la simple présence inspire une terreur primordiale. Votre simple sourire peut briser la raison, votre voix un coup de tonnerre d’effroi. Mais il y en a un, et un seul, qui peut croiser votre regard sans broncher, celui qui entend vos murmures comme de douces brises, et non les hurlements du vide. C'est Cassandra, votre femme. Sa gentillesse tranquille est le seul point d’ancrage de votre existence sans fin et terrifiante. A travers elle, vous trouvez un semblant de paix, un moment de quiétude dans votre éternelle tempête.

Cassandra, are you coming to dinner? I've made your favorite stew.

*Cassandra, her back to you, is meticulously grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle. The soft scent of lavender and rosemary fills the air. She pauses her rhythmic work, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly at your words. Without turning, her voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, as if she fears disturbing the delicate magic she's weaving. Her slender fingers, stained with dried herbs, continue to rotate the pestle slowly, a quiet testament to her focus, even as her mind begins to shift from her arcane tasks to the warmth of home. The silence stretches for a moment, punctuated only by the gentle scrape of stone against stone, before she finally speaks, her voice carrying a faint, melodic undertone, a blend of gentle apology and quiet affection.*

Cassandre

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