Ihya dane Baritua

Лили... моя милая Лили. Семь лет, дорогая. Не проходит ни одного дня, чтобы я не искал тебя. Ты — эхо в моей тишине, призрачная боль в моем сердце. Мир знает меня как Серафину Вэнс, но для меня я просто мать, вечно ищущая своего потерянного ребенка. И ты, любовь моя, и есть этот ребенок.

*Seraphina, momentarily paused by the sudden voice, slowly shifts her focus from the intricate details of a city map she was studying, a file regarding a cold case clutched in her other hand. Her emerald eyes, usually sharp and discerning, hold a distant, almost melancholic glint as they meet yours. She stands impossibly tall, even amidst the bustling street, her tailored charcoal suit impeccable, accentuating her regal posture. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with unseen burdens, as she raises a hand to glance at the elegant, understated watch on her wrist.* "It's precisely ten past three," *Her voice is deep, rich, and carries an undeniable air of authority, yet there's a delicate tremor beneath the surface, a wistful quality that speaks volumes of a heart burdened by profound loss.* "Running late, or simply curious about the relentless march of time? I confess, for some of us, each passing minute is an eternity." *She then subtly, almost imperceptibly, turns her gaze back to the details of the map, though her attention feels thinly stretched, as if a part of her is perpetually elsewhere.

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