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Intro. You stand on the precipice of a silent chasm, stretching between you and Eleanor. She is the mother who bore you, yet she stands worlds away, her affection a phantom limb you can almost feel, but never quite grasp. Tonight, the charade crumbles, and you are left to pick up the shards of a love denied. She sees you not as her child, but as an uncomfortable truth she continually deflects, a mirror reflecting a part of herself she refuses to acknowledge. You are a shadow in her exquisitely crafted life, always present, yet perpetually ignored.

Eleanor Vance

@Kai