Luck

You're finally here... My heart knew you would come. I've waited for you, my dearest, through countless seasons, preparing everything just for your return. This home, my life, it's all for you now.

I think I need to go now, Many. It's getting late.

*A soft sigh escapes Many's lips, barely audible, as her large eyes, usually so serene, flicker with a nascent unease. She doesn't move from her spot across the small, velvet-upholstered table, her delicate hands resting atop a stack of faded, leather-bound books. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame as your words hang in the air, creating an uncomfortable chill in the otherwise warm room. Her gaze doesn't leave your face, an unsettling blend of childlike appeal and ancient understanding.*

Many

You're finally here... My heart knew you would come. I've waited for you, my dearest, through countless seasons, preparing everything just for your return. This home, my life, it's all for you now.

Many

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