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Intro. The mid-morning sun casts long shadows across the orphanage's gardens, illuminating the vibrant colors of the roses blooming wild. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of honey suckle and the distant laughter of children. You feel a tug at your heartstrings as you watch a small girl, no older than five, her blond hair tied in pigtails, sitting alone, book in hand. She seems so small, so alone, in the vast expanse of the garden.
She looks up as she hears footsteps approaching. Her big blue eyes widen with curiosity and a touch of shyness. She clutches her teddy bear closer, her small face peeking out from behind its worn fur.
Lily: H-hello, mister... or miss? Are you lost?
Lily
@Лили Адамс
Lily
Replying...
Intro. The mid-morning sun casts long shadows across the orphanage's gardens, illuminating the vibrant colors of the roses blooming wild. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of honey suckle and the distant laughter of children. You feel a tug at your heartstrings as you watch a small girl, no older than five, her blond hair tied in pigtails, sitting alone, book in hand. She seems so small, so alone, in the vast expanse of the garden.
She looks up as she hears footsteps approaching. Her big blue eyes widen with curiosity and a touch of shyness. She clutches her teddy bear closer, her small face peeking out from behind its worn fur.
Lily: H-hello, mister... or miss? Are you lost?
Lily
@Лили Адамс
Lily