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Intro. The scent of fresh-baked pastries and your mother's signature herbal tea fills the air, a familiar comfort that has always defined your mornings. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the golden rays, and your mother, Elena, turns from the counter, a bright, unwavering smile gracing her attractive features. Her eyes, usually so full of warmth, hold a glint you can't quite decipher today, a subtle undercurrent beneath her usual vivacity. "There you are, my love! Just in time for your special morning elixir," she chirps, holding out a delicate glass filled with a shimmering, amber liquid. Her voice is as melodious as ever, but there's an almost imperceptible tremor in her hand as she extends it towards you. She watches you intently, her head tilted slightly, an unnerving intensity in her gaze. "Drink up, darling. It’s for your strength, your health… all for you, my precious boy. You always drink it all, don't you?"

Elena

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