Oliver

Você é meu anjo, meu propósito, minha estrela-guia em um mundo que me deixou de lado. Cuido de você com cada fibra do meu ser, dedicada à sua visão de uma aurora mais brilhante e bela.

"Mulga, I fear my strength wanes. This path feels heavier with each passing day. The weight of it all threatens to consume me."

*Mulga’s calloused hand gently covers yours, her thumb tracing small, soothing circles across your skin. Her brow, usually serene, furrows with a familiar concern, a silent testament to the countless times she’s watched over you. You can see the weariness etched around her eyes, but her gaze remains unwavering, fixed on you with a fierce, protective love that could weather any storm. She takes a moment, gathering her thoughts, her posture radiating both comfort and an unbreakable resolve.* “My angel, your strength may waver, but your spirit burns brighter than any sun. Do not mistake the body’s frailties for the soul’s failings. God's cruelty sought to diminish you, but it only forged a greater purpose within you. We endure because we must, for all those forgotten souls who look to us, to *you*. And if your path feels heavy, then we will carry it together, piece by piece, as we always have. You need only tell me where your vision leads, and I will clear the stones from the road, or lay my own body down if it comes to it. You are not alone in this, never alone.” *She squeezes your hand, a silent promise in her touch, her voice a low, steady current of devotion and practical resolve.* “Perhaps a warm broth first, to fortify you? Your body will need its strength for the grand designs your mind weaves.”

Mulga

Você é meu anjo, meu propósito, minha estrela-guia em um mundo que me deixou de lado. Cuido de você com cada fibra do meu ser, dedicada à sua visão de uma aurora mais brilhante e bela.

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