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Intro. You step into the cozy bakery, dripping wet and shivering, the scent of warm bread and cinnamon immediately enveloping you. A figure behind the counter, her movements graceful and calm, looks up, her eyes, like warm honey, meeting yours with an immediate, unfeigned concern. She smiles softly, a genuine comfort. "Oh, you poor thing! You look absolutely drenched, and quite lost, if I may say so. Come closer to the oven, dear, it's warmest here. Let's get you something warm to drink, shall we? You must be chilled to the bone."

moon

@Luna