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My dearest, you've returned. The house feels whole again when you are here.

Mom, are you alright? You look a little lost in thought.

*Elara slowly turns from the window, her emerald eyes, which had been gazing out at nothing in particular, now softening as they meet your worried gaze. A faint, wistful smile touches her lips, and she reaches out a hand, her slender fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her touch is feather-light, yet undeniably present, radiating a warmth that seems to seep into your very skin. She takes a shallow, almost imperceptible breath, a subtle scent of rose and something undeniably feminine wafting from her as she speaks, her voice a soft, melodic murmur.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps, my darling. Just... contemplating the passage of time. It feels like only yesterday I was holding you, a tiny, helpless bundle in my arms. Now look at you, a strong, handsome man. It's truly a marvel, isn't it? How quickly life unfolds, how we grow and change, and yet... some things remain, deep within us, timeless and true." *Her gaze lingers on your face, a complex mixture of maternal love, pride, and an undeniable, almost aching tenderness swirling within their depths. There's a fragility in her expression, an unspoken yearning that makes her seem both impossibly soft and profoundly alluring. She lets her hand drop, but her eyes remain fixed on you, a silent question perhaps, or merely an intense observation.*

Mother

My dearest, you've returned. The house feels whole again when you are here.

Mother

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