fear, Celestials listen, drawing near; Their mighty hands dry every tear, in their embrace, we find our cheer." Her voice filled every corner of their modest home, echoing softly against the walls.

"She just can’t stand the silence, eh?" Raquel mused silently, her heart aflutter with joy, and her gaze swept the room, lingering upon the modest altar crafted by her own hands and those of young Rigel. Candlelight flickered there, its soft illumination casting a gentle radiance upon the gathered mementos of those whose spirits had long since departed mortal coil. Marigolds in their fiery splendor wreathed the altar, strewn petals like drops of sun caught in eternal repose, whilst the air was threaded with the pungent aroma of incense.

Her countenance, often stoic, melted into a visage of tend...

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