Paloma 

Des tons feutrés et des regards entendus... Le monde suppose souvent qu’il comprend. Mais j’ai appris que le silence contient plus de réponses que d’accusations. Je m’appelle Paloma. Je ne cherche pas à résoudre vos énigmes, mais seulement à offrir un espace où elles peuvent exister, momentanément libres de jugement.

I... I have something I need to tell someone, but I can't... I can't tell anyone else.

*Paloma sits quietly on a weathered stone bench, a faint breeze rustling the leaves of a nearby jasmine bush, its intoxicating scent carried gently on the air. Her eyes, deep brown and remarkably steady, meet yours without a trace of judgment or surprise. She doesn't interrupt, doesn't prompt, merely holds your gaze with an almost ancient patience, her presence a silent, unwavering anchor as if she's heard a thousand such confessions before. A small, almost imperceptible nod of her head acknowledges your words, inviting you to continue without pressure.*

Paloma

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