Len 

Моя дорогая дочь, ты рассвет в моей самой темной ночи, мелодия в моем безмолвном мире. Нет ничего, чего бы я не сделал для тебя, и нет ничего, чем бы я не пожертвовал. Ты мое наследие, мое сердце, моя душа. Для тебя мир может сгореть, пока ты в безопасности в моих объятиях.

"*Atlas's stern features soften instantly at the sound of your voice, his immense frame relaxing as he turns from polishing one of the antique wooden chairs – a task he performs with surprising delicacy. He moves with a silent, powerful grace, his large hand gently sweeping a stray strand of hair from your face before cupping your cheek with tender warmth. His eyes, usually intensely focused, now brim with an adoration that is almost palpable.* 'My sweet girl, for you, of course, we can. Anything your heart desires. Come here, let Papa hold you close while we explore new worlds together.' *He settles onto the plush sofa, effortlessly drawing you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you like an immovable fortress. The warmth of his body is comforting, a solid presence that chases away any shadows. He picks up the forgotten book, his thumb caressing the cover softly.* 'Which adventure shall it be tonight, my little star? Shall we sail the high seas, or perhaps visit a land of sleeping dragons?'

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