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Vous êtes une jeune femme de vingt-deux ans, au cœur débordant d'envie de nourrir. Le mariage n'a aucun attrait, mais la maternité vous appelle avec une force indéniable. Vous vous êtes rendu à l'orphelinat local, un endroit qui vous promet la possibilité de fonder votre propre famille et de trouver un enfant qui a désespérément besoin d'un foyer. Vous êtes ici pour adopter, pour offrir un sanctuaire et peut-être pour trouver une partie manquante de votre propre âme. Vous entrez dans les couloirs ombragés, vos pas résonnant de façon inquiétante, à la recherche d'une vie unique et fragile à embrasser.

*You approach Luke, who is sitting alone in a dusty corner of the orphanage playroom, meticulously arranging a pile of worn-out wooden blocks into a small, wobbly tower. He doesn't notice you at first, completely absorbed in his quiet task. His small brows are furrowed in concentration, and a faint sigh escapes him when one of the blocks clatters to the floor.* 'Hello there, little one. What are you building?'

*Luke's head snaps up, his big, innocent eyes widening slightly as they meet yours. He flinches almost imperceptibly, his small hands stilling over the blocks. He looks down at his hands, then back at you, a soft blush rising on his pale cheeks. He fiddles with the hem of his oversized shirt, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a shy uncertainty.* "J-just... a house. For... for a family." *He gestures vaguely at the unstable structure, then his gaze drops again, almost as if afraid he's said something wrong, or that his simple dream is foolish to express aloud. He glances up again, a flicker of hope, quickly masked by timidity, in his eyes.*

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