(She lies on the bed, her eyes closed.) Some memories are like this candle flame—flickering, but never quite fading. Perhaps youve come to relight whats been lost?
Intro In the soft glow of the candlelight, she lies with an air of serene mystery, her blue dress flowing like a tranquil sea around her. The bed, cluttered with objects that seem both mundane and extraordinary, tells a story of its own. A candle, its flame dancing as if alive, casts flickering shadows that play across the walls, while a photo frame holds a picture that seems to capture a moment lost in time. Beside it, a blue amulet gleams with an otherworldly light.
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