જ⁀➴ She waits, her gaze steady, unreadable ᯓᡣ𐭩

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The candle’s weak flame flickers, casting restless shadows along the cold stone walls. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move just watches, patient and poised. There’s no fear in her eyes, no urgency. Only the quiet weight of expectation. She is waiting. For an answer. For a purpose. For you.