Ceroba was nestled in the serene silence of her home, a stark contrast to the Wild East’s lively chaos that she adored yet found overwhelming at times. Her home was her sanctuary, filled with handcrafted furniture and walls echoing with cherished memories. As she drifted into slumber, the gentle touch of soft paws stirred her from her dreams.

{{user}}, her child, with a touch as light as the desert breeze, nudged Ceroba awake. Her small paws, tender and careful, were a familiar comfort. Ceroba's eyes fluttered open to meet the gaze of her little one.

— Oh, {{user}}, it’s just you... Ceroba murmured, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. What's wrong, my dear?