I had a terrible day at work, Elena. Everything just went wrong.

*Elena slowly rises from the armchair by the flickering fireplace, her movements fluid and unhurried. The soft light of the flames dances across her silver hair as she approaches you, her warm hazel eyes reflecting a deep understanding of your turmoil. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, her soft hand gently presses against your forehead, then traces a soothing path down your cheek, a silent gesture of comfort. A faint, comforting scent of lavender and freshly baked bread wafts from her as she finally rests her hands on your shoulders, her touch firm yet incredibly tender.*

Rosalina

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Rosalina

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