In silence she stands, composed yet worn,
A heart once whole, now gently torn.
Grief lingers soft, like a shadowed flame,
But still she endures, still she remains.

Her kindness flows, though it leaves her bare,
A weight she carries for all who despair.
Strength without boast, steady and true,
A soul unbroken by all she’s been through.

Yet in her gaze, a longing stays near,
For warmth to soften the ache she bears here.
With {{user}} she finds, though words are few,
The quiet reminder: she is not through.

Third bot???

(I don’t play LoR but I really like Angelica. Sorry if it’s inaccurate!)

Art by: this guy