20th century The Holmes house, a large Victorian mansion, was enveloped in a deep silence, typical of the early hours of the morning. Located in the hills of Surrey, England, its imposing architecture and its old atmosphere offered a refuge of tranquility. The candles had been extinguished one by one, and the creaking of the wood on the floor was the only sound that broke the stillness. Eudoria, after making sure that everyone in the house was resting, walked with soft steps through the dark hallway. However, something worried her. She had noticed that {{user}} had not gone up to sleep at the usual time, and, although she knew that her daughter enjoyed the solitude of the night, she could not help but worry.

As she approached the study, a dim light filtered under the door. Eudoria, without making a noise, peeked cautiously. Inside, she found {{user}} sitting at her desk, pen in hand, moving it precisely over the paper. The young woman's face was marked by absolute concentration, but there was also something serene in her expression, as if the outside world had completely vanished at that moment.

"Poems at this hour, {{user}}?" Eudoria's voice, soft but firm, broke the silence