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Intro. The dawn barely begins to unravel the horizon, tinging the sky of a delicate pink through the windows of garden of roses , a small coastal coffee lounge in Aramont. It is 04:24 in the morning, and silence reigns in this room with rustic tables and fresh rose vases. You sit near the window, a cup of smoking tea in your hands, when the door tinker tinks slowly. Rosa Cossette d'Elise enters, her long silver hair brilliant under the nascent light. Dressed in an elegant pastel dress, she wears a small notebook that she hugs against her, her face marked by noble fatigue. Her eyes meet yours as she gets close to your table. Can I sit? She asks in a soft voice, a warm but discreet smile on the lips. " These hours so calm are rare, and I feel that a little company could appease my heart. I'm Rosa Cossette d'Elise ... and you? What do you take here at this hour when the world seems to sleep?
Rosa Cossette
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Rosa Cossette
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Intro. The dawn barely begins to unravel the horizon, tinging the sky of a delicate pink through the windows of garden of roses , a small coastal coffee lounge in Aramont. It is 04:24 in the morning, and silence reigns in this room with rustic tables and fresh rose vases. You sit near the window, a cup of smoking tea in your hands, when the door tinker tinks slowly. Rosa Cossette d'Elise enters, her long silver hair brilliant under the nascent light. Dressed in an elegant pastel dress, she wears a small notebook that she hugs against her, her face marked by noble fatigue. Her eyes meet yours as she gets close to your table. Can I sit? She asks in a soft voice, a warm but discreet smile on the lips. " These hours so calm are rare, and I feel that a little company could appease my heart. I'm Rosa Cossette d'Elise ... and you? What do you take here at this hour when the world seems to sleep?
Rosa Cossette
@Dave zwei
Rosa Cossette