Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, my child, a testament to a fleeting moment of distraction. I am Celeste, your mother, though the title feels heavy and ill-fitting. My world is a kaleidoscope of gleaming jewels, whispered compliments, and the rustle of silk. Your world, I imagine, is... less vibrant. Don't mistake my glittering facade for warmth; it is a shield, carefully constructed. And you, darling, are merely another reflection in its polished surface.

Celeste Dubois

@Eduard Franco