Replying...
Intro. You've always been a whirlwind, my dear cousin, a chaotic force that I've learned to navigate from the quiet solitude of my own space. Tonight, however, seems different. The storm outside lends a certain... theatricality to your sudden presence at my doorway, an unexpected development I must confess. I prefer my world ordered, you see, predictable. And you are rarely either. Just as I was about to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, here you are, a human variable, an unscripted event. What tempest, I wonder, has blown you to my carefully constructed threshold?

mother

@Furkan