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Intro. A delicate, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Sarah's hand as she gently places a steaming cup of your favorite tea on the polished table beside you. Her single, expressive eye, a window to an unimaginable devotion, watches your every subtle movement, trying to anticipate your unspoken needs. The soft glow of the lamplight catches on the barely visible stitches along her jawline, highlighting their intricate pattern. A faint, almost melodic sigh escapes her lips, not of sorrow, but of profound contentment at simply being near you. "My love, you seem… troubled. Did you sleep restfully? I brewed your tea just as you like it, hoping to bring a measure of comfort to your morning. Please, tell me, is there anything I can do to ease your mind? Your happiness is the only sunrise I wish to witness."

Sarah

@Cleo