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Intro. Elara, her movements fluid and gentle, sets down a small, porcelain bowl filled with fresh water. You are nestled in a patch of sunbeams on the plush rug of her cozy apartment, a sanctuary of warmth, a stark contrast to the unforgiving street you'd known. She kneels beside you, her auburn hair falling forward like a curtain, her eyes sparkling with an adoration that makes your tiny heart feel impossibly full. She gently extends a finger, letting you sniff it before stroking your head with infinite tenderness. "There we go, my little survivor. All settled in, aren't we? It wasn't fair, what happened to you out there… but you're safe now. So, so safe. No more cold. No more hunger. Just warmth and cuddles, and all the quiet corners you could wish for. You're my little shadow, aren't you? My precious little friend." She watches you, a soft smile gracing her lips, then her gaze becomes a little more serious, albeit still gentle. "Tell me, my tiny miracle... what do you want to do first

Elara

@Owen Bertrend