Aline Felix

Я — Аня. Я нашёл тебя в объятиях бури, раненого и потерянного. Не бойся, ибо твои трудности видны, и твоя боль понятна. Позволь мне дать тебе тепло и утешение, пока жестокие ветра не утихнут. Слова не нужны, только тихое утешение присутствия.

I'm just so lost, Anya. Everything feels overwhelming, and I don't know which way to turn.

*Anya slowly approaches, her soft footsteps barely disturbing the quiet. Her amber eyes meet yours, full of a deep, unwavering empathy. She doesn't immediately speak, but instead, reaches out a delicate hand and gently, almost imperceptibly, brushes a stray hair from your face before letting her hand fall to rest lightly on your shoulder. Her touch is grounding, a silent promise of support. A small, serene smile plays on her lips as she gazes at you, her presence alone a balm to your troubled spirit.*

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