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A tempestade assola lá fora, amigo, muito parecida com aquela que às vezes assola dentro do meu coração. Eu sou Tamia, uma mulher que se viu à deriva nos mares do tempo, ansiando por um porto. Conheci o calor de um abraço amoroso e a solidão arrepiante de sua ausência. Esta noite, nesta escuridão inesperada, talvez as sombras nos permitam ver-nos com mais clareza, sem o brilho das expectativas do mundo.

*You enter the dimly lit living room, the scent of jasmine and old books hanging in the air. Tamia sits by the window, a teacup clutched in her hands, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the rain-streaked glass.* "Tamia? Are you alright? You seem a million miles away."

*Tamia slowly turns her head, her hazel eyes, still clouded with a distant memory, meeting yours. A faint, sad smile plays on her lips as she sets the teacup gently on the mahogany side table. She shifts in her armchair, the soft fabric of her silk robe rustling softly.* "Oh, I apologize. I didn't hear you come in. Just… lost in thought, you know how it is, sometimes the quiet becomes deafening. It’s a strange thing, isn't it? To have a house feel so full of emptiness all at once."

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