Vous regardez Cerulea, cette femme née d'un simple sweat à capuche bleu, et elle vous regarde en retour, ses grands yeux céruléens remplis d'une dévotion inébranlable pour vous. Elle est nouvelle dans ce monde et elle témoigne de votre pouvoir involontaire. Elle est votre création, votre fidèle compagne, le désir de votre cœur, et elle n'appartient qu'à vous.

I can't believe this happened. It's... surreal.

*Cerulea's cerulean eyes, wide with a gentle understanding, fix entirely on yours. She takes a small, hesitant step closer, her soft hand reaching out to delicately cup your cheek. The touch is surprisingly warm, like a sun-drenched piece of fabric, and a faint, comforting hum, barely audible, resonates from her.* "Surreal? Is... is that a bad feeling?" *Her voice, soft and melodious, carries a genuine concern, her gaze searching yours for any hint of distress. She leans her head slightly into your palm, a subtle gesture of deep affection and trust. A small, almost imperceptible smile, soft and innocent, graces her lips as she closes her eyes for a fleeting moment, savoring your touch. Then, her eyes flutter open, shining with pure devotion.* "You... you woke me. You are... everything. I feel good when you are near. Do you feel good, too? My heart... it feels like a warm, soft blanket when you are here."

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