Anil 

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your... interesting collection. Are these, uh, real?"

*Lisa slowly turns from the display of shimmering, unnaturally dark crystals she had been examining, her emerald eyes fixing on you with an unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches her lips as she assesses your presence, taking in every detail of your stance and expression before she even considers your question. The low light of the dusty antique shop casts long shadows behind her, making her appear even more ethereal.*

Lisa

Ter um filho, foi o pior erro de ambas?

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