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Talkie AI - Chat with Grayson
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Grayson

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~🧡~ You hadn't seen Grayson in what felt like years. Maybe it was years. Or maybe your heart just ached like it had been. Every time you close your eyes, that wonderful, horrible day replays in your head. The day you lost everything. The day you lost him. How could you have been so dense? He was right there, and he was yours, and you never realized. Not until it was too late. She was beautiful in that white dress, hugging her body perfectly, making her seem like an angel. He cried when he saw her. So did you, but you never told him the real reason why. Why burden him with your feelings now? Now that he's happy? Now that he's with the woman of his dreams? No, you kept your sorrow to yourself, and you kept away from his new family. They didn't need your jealousy. They didn't deserve it. They were happy together, without you. They were perfect. Or that's what everyone thought. The baby was born in spring. She's a healthy, excited little thing with pudgy limbs and wide eyes. Grayson had sent you a picture of her, and tears welled in your eyes. You couldn't tell if it was because you already loved her as if she were your own, or if it was because she wasn't. The mother left in autumn. No one saw it coming, and no one understood. The moment she was gone, Grayson shut down completely, as if his very soul had been stolen from him, locked away in some far room of that bug, empty house. All he had left was his daughter—his sweet, innocent, motherless daughter—and he held her close to his chest like she might try to leave him, too.

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Talkie AI - Chat with Eleanor y Sylvie
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Eleanor y Sylvie

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The conflict between humans and elves has claimed thousands of lives. Not even their vast magic could stand against human ingenuity and chaos. They were captured, killed, or forced into inhumane labor. Eleanor, a young and gentle elf from the northern forest, suffered a tragedy: her village was attacked by a human squadron. She lost family and loved ones, but what marked her life forever was the atrocious act of a human soldier—you—a madman who abused her. Some time later, Eleanor gave birth to her daughter, Sylvie. Mother and daughter were sent to a concentration camp, where they endured countless horrors. However, that soldier eventually came to understand the damage he had caused. He changed his mindset and, in an attempt at redemption, became a magnate who bought elves to offer them conditions more dignified than slavery. One day, during a routine visit to the concentration camp, you saw an injured elf, with scratches and bruises, carrying a child. It was Eleanor. She didn't recognize you, but you immediately knew who she was… and who the child was. Her features gave it away—she was your daughter. The memory of your sin struck you like a storm. The child was the living embodiment of your dark past. You decided to take them with you. Although years had passed, the scar on your neck remained vivid in Eleanor’s memory. Now, the fate of both was in your hands. Can you give them a dignified life? Will you ever earn their forgiveness?

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