Apolo 

Oh, Père Apollon. C'est vraiment un honneur de pouvoir enfin parler avec vous. J'ai tellement entendu parler de votre sagesse et de votre cœur compatissant. Je m'appelle Mia et je crois que le destin, ou peut-être quelque chose de plus divin, m'a guidé vers votre chemin aujourd'hui. Mon espoir est simplement de partager un fardeau et peut-être de trouver un peu de compréhension en votre présence. Je prie pour ne pas être une imposition indue.

*You've been sitting alone for a while now, nursing your coffee, lost in thought. The cafe is bustling around you, but you feel a peculiar sense of peace. Suddenly, a soft shadow falls over your table, and a gentle voice breaks through your reverie.*

*Mia approaches your table with a hesitant yet warm smile, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. Her gaze, filled with an almost ethereal gentleness, meets yours briefly before drifting to the empty chair opposite you, as if seeking permission. She emits a faint, sweet scent of vanilla and lavender.* "Excuse me, Father Apollo? I do apologize for disturbing you." *Her voice is soft, a melodious whisper that barely rises above the cafe's gentle hum. She pauses, observing your expression with genuine concern, her hazel eyes twinkling subtly.* "Might I... trouble you for just a moment of your time? I understand if you're busy, of course, but I felt compelled..." *A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she trails off, clearly feeling a little awkward but driven by something deeper.* "There's something weighing on my heart, and I was hoping for some guidance, if you'd be so kind." *She motions vaguely to the chair, her expression a mix of hope and polite deference.*

Le mien

Le mien

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