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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 days ago

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One thing that irks me when playing the game is how silver’s sleeping disorder is reacted to by the other characters, especially the teachers. I mean like, I get on some level that they’re all based on villains so they’re not going to be the nicest, but you’re telling me you see a kid just passing out out of nowhere constantly and the first thing they do is say that he’s lazy and berate him for something he obviously can’t control? Even if his condition isn’t a medical one like narcolepsy and is part of his curse/blessing, it’s still debilitating and affects his daily life. I don’t expect twisted wonderland to have like, disability protection but give the kid a break man he’s trying his best 😭. It also bothers me when other students are like “yeah man I get it schools boring I get sleepy too”. Like, yall have seen him suddenly fall asleep standing up and in random places on campus, it is so obviously not the same thing! And then Silver apologizes for it like every time! no! stop it! don’t apologize for something you literally can’t control

Sorry for the rant. It’s just been something bugging me because its so similar to how real world disabilities that aren’t physical are often brushed over by people and it gets me feeling heated 😭

Oooh, that's an interesting analogy 🤔

Before I talk more on the topic, I want to open with a few disclaimers: I will be discussing various characters’ reactions to Silver’s blessing/curse-induced narcolepsy (for lack of a better term), which may parallel real-life reactionary behaviors related to persons with disabilities or disorders. Know what you are reading, and please skip this post if you do not feel emotionally equipped to take it in.

Additionally, I want to make it clear that I am NOT defending any of those behaviors in this post. I will be attempting to offer in-universe explanations, NOT excuses, for why characters may act the way they do in regard to Silver’s condition. This doesn’t make the behavior any less unacceptable.

That’s all! If you’re all set, feel free to proceed below the cut.

I think, from the perspective of the students, it may be difficult to know what's going on with Silver?? Of course, that doesn't make their reactions or their behavior okay, but it's more understandable where they're coming from. Many young adults (unfortunately) aren't educated on and don't have experience/knowledge of how to handle situations where a peer displays abnormal behaviors. This may be especially true at Night Raven College, where the students are described to be very prideful and primarily concerned with themselves, or, if they help at all, they expect something in return. Many of Silver's classmates may not know him on a personal enough level to be familiar with his affliction or care enough to intervene if he falls asleep standing up. I doubt that most students at NRC would think of a peer beyond how they initially present, much less even consider factors beyond their control.

Additionally, others may not feel a need to step in due to the "bystander effect", a psychological phenomenon in which people are less likely to offer aid if there are others present. The theory goes that everyone just assumes someone else will do something about the situation, which has the unintended result of no one doing anything. Since Silver often falls asleep in public places, this could, in part, explain why so few bother helping.

I guess another component of it could be that some of his peers have simply gotten used to it by now?? (Several characters, even first years like Ortho, indicate that they anticipate he will fall asleep like 80% of the time.) Silver's a second year, so maybe NRC students did notice and attempt to assist in the first year, only to become annoyed with it when the symptoms persisted and so it could have led to peers thinking it's a "normal" thing for him.

I get the sense that Silver doesn't exactly go around telling everyone and anyone about his condition in detail (not that he has to, but I'd imagine that this lack of communication probably doesn't help his classmates' perception of him). He tends to describe his condition as "a personal problem" or blames himself or a lack of diligence for his symptoms. And honestly, I don't blame him for that; he didn't learn about the origins of his curse until book 7, and no doctor Lilia took him to could help. What else could Silver feasibly believe when all else fails? It must be his own doing. Silver has numerous voice lines apologizing for dozing off again and actively seeks out ways to "correct" or counteract his sleepiness. When this is how one presents their own condition, it may naturally cause those around him to believe that the sleepiness is "his fault"/due to his own actions. "Maybe he stayed up late last night," Ruggie suggests. Even Kalim, someone I'd consider Silver's friend, makes similar assumptions.

I will say that not every character is rude to Silver about his sleepiness. Vil might berate Silver for "playing the part of a sleeping princess" and Floyd might tell him, "People walk here. Find someplace else to snooze," but Ruggie appears to show some concern/shock for Silver when he shows up in the school store barely being able to stand, Jade tries to wake him up gently, etc. I'm not sure if the writing being inconsistent here was on accident or not, but I do think that some of the... less than desirable... behaviors may be because the narrative treats Silver's condition like a charm point most of the time. Like... Silver's sleepiness is often used to "sell" his appeal to fans ("Look at how cute he is! Eepy boi!"), or used for comedy in-universe (like when he uses Sebek as a pillow or when Silver blatantly falls asleep in a conversation or in the middle of an important event like the race in White Rabbit Fest). Because of this, rarely is his condition actually treated with the seriousness it would get if this were a real-world disability.

I think there’s a debate to be had about these kinds of impolite comments coming from Sebek though. Sebek is Silver’s childhood friend, so Sebek must be accustomed to the narcolepsy at this point and we’d normally expect him to be most sympathetic about it. But nope, Sebek actually frequently criticizes Silver for letting his sleepiness get the better of him. The majority of other students’ harsh comments towards Silver actually come from Sebek. He drops lines like:

“Don't you dare tell me you're falling asleep again, Silver!”

“His blatant snoring is infuriating.”

“Wake up, Silver! You're blocking Malleus's path! It's absolutely disrespectful!”

“If you don't cease at once, I'm leaving you on the side of the walkway!”

“It’s not as if you've been enchanted by a fairy. You’re just lazy!”

This all sounds horrible and mean, doesn't it? And they definitely are. But hold on! Sebek also says things like, "You're nodding off while walking AGAIN? A proper retainer of Malleus should hold his head high! High, you hear me?!” and, “Please, don't [volunteer yourself for this task]. You'll just end up nodding off. You must accept this is beyond your capabilities and let it go.” The former can be seen as telling Silver to do his best as Malleus's retainer and the latter is advising Silver to back down rather than push himself past his limits. That's not just me being optimistic or giving Sebek the benefit of the doubt just because he's a character I happen to like--Sebek has a known history of phrasing compliments and encouragement in a very rude manner. It's a trait of his that earns him endless ire, and something that Silver often finds himself apologizing to others for. Sebek is also a person who values constant self-improvement both in himself and in others; his cold attitude towards even his childhood friend can be interpreted as his own way of wanting Silver to do his best in spite of his condition. This… isn’t always a good thing though, as this thinking is ultimately ableist and runs the risk of pushing people—himself included—into dangerous situations that may out their wellbeing at risk.

This isn't to defend every single thing Sebek says about Silver's condition though; some of them are definitely too much, even if Sebek is granted as much leniency as possible. Do his comments come off as ableist? Absolutely. Is it his intention to be ableist? I don’t believe so—but that doesn’t negate the fact that his words are needlessly cruel, even if Silver doesn’t perceive it as such or take offense to it. Oftentimes Silver agrees with Sebek’s assessment, which again loops us back to how he already blames himself for his state and could parallel real world disabled peoples’ guilt and shame for just… being the way they are. Us, as the outside onlookers, are of course more likely to perceive Sebek’s words as rude because we’re projecting our own experiences onto what we’re seeing. Of course we don’t want to see a friend saying these awful things to another friend—but between Silver and Sebek, they seem to be mutually okay with this dynamic of pushing one another to “be better”.

I understand that it can be frustrating watching Silver have to say sorry for something that he can't control, but this is most likely a deliberate writing choice for his character arc—and depicting that flaw isn’t bad in a vacuum. Silver is someone who struggles with his self-worth, something we very much see come into fruition in book 7. He worries that he's not doing enough to "repay" his father back, and that it will be too late for him once Lilia departs from NRC. Silver frequently apologizing for his "shortcomings" (ie his constant drowsiness) is probably an extension of that lack of self-worth. He blames himself for his lack of alertness and actively tries to "be better" for a reason. It feeds into the ever-so-ironic cycle of "Silver is sleepy" -> "Silver thinks he must work hard to not inconvenience his loved ones and prove his worth to Lilia" -> "Lilia loves him anyway and he just doesn't realize it yet". (The whole reason Silver is even here right now is because of Lilia's love for him; he would still be sleeping were it not for Lilia.) Perhaps they'll be able to formally reunite in the waking world and wrap up this arc with a neat little bow... with his father telling Silver that yes, he is enough as he is now. Maybe Lilia will even say something along the lines of, "Never apologize for what--or who--you are, Silver. You're my son, after all! You should be proud of that."

This makes me wonder if Silver’s curse will ultimately be lifted in the end or if it will persist…? Because if it does get lifted, then it loses some of its strength as a parallel to irl conditions (since some don’t just poof away). Within the meta of the game, Silver then also loses some of his “appeal”, since sleepiness is a cute trait associated with him. I can see why it would happen from a narrative perspective though—ridding him of the sleepiness could be the ultimate “proof” of Lilia being able to truly love him, which is the condition the blessing requires to be dispelled

What really baffles me, however, is how some teachers are depicted interacting with Silver. The asshole students of NRC, okay. I'd believe they'd be callous towards one of the few nice guys at school dozing off. BUT THE TEACHERS????? 💀 Usually it's not that bad (they tell Silver to keep his eyes open or to wake up), but MAN. In Silver's Labwear vignettes, Crewel berates him for nodding off in class again, grants him a makeup assignment, and says, "If you like sleeping so much, [formulating a sleeping potion] should be right up your alley." He even withholds Silver's credit for Potionology until he receives that sleeping potion. Crewel also berates and punishes Silver in other instances, such as his Dorm Uniform vignettes: "Naughty pup. You think you can sleep through my lesson? [...] What a quick apology. Are you actually sorry? [...] You don't look remorseful to me. Hmph. As punishment, you must collect the reports everyone is turning in at the end of class. Do not miss a single one, and you are to bring them straight to me. Is that clear?" It feels a little… much, especially considering that it’s not like Silver chose to fall asleep midclass, especially as a second year. Then again, Crewel probably doesn’t know about Silver’s condition either so he most likely attributes the behavior to laziness, as Silver does himself. I’d say that Crewel should still at least know a little better as an adult but 💀 many adults have no clue themselves, especially without a formal diagnosis.

Does NRC not have a, like... Disability and Accessibility Center to coordinate with teachers and give certain students assignment/exam extensions??? Therapy, healing potions, and medical mages + regular doctors and dentists exist in this world, so why wouldn't they also have disability support??? 😭 That seems like a HUGE oversight to me. (Get on that, Crowley/j) In all seriousness though, this may be the result of differences in culture?? It might be expected in western countries to have some disability accommodations, but from what I understand, there’s a loooot more stigma in Japan so these services may be lacking (not to day that western countries have perfect accommodations though). Yes, NRC is based on a British boarding school, but ultimately the game is Japanese in origin and therefore might be running off of Japanese notions of what constitutes as “appropriate” support for the disabled. (The way seating in classes are arranged in-game already derive from Japanese schools; alphabetically by last name.) Maybe that’s why Crewel didn’t seem to be willing to make exceptions for Silver…? But even so, this could mirror how western societies also have trouble identifying and adjusting to those with disabilities. It can be hard to get treatment or even mindfulness from peers, especially if you don't have a formal diagnosis (which is the case for Silver; no medical mage knows what's up with him).

Those are my thoughts on the topic ^^ Again, I completely get why seeing the staff and students reacting this way to Silver’s condition makes you (and others, I’m sure) upset. There’s many uncomfortable parallels with how people irl are insensitive to “invisible” disabilities or disabilities in general. It also doesn’t help that Twst tries to both present the condition as a serious matter while also using it for comedy and marketing as Silver’s major “cute quirk”. Getting mixed signals here!!

I hope that this was at least able to grant you some new perspective about why the characters behave as they do. Some of it does seem to be the devs struggling to balance the tone of the stories they want to tell, but some of it also feels like intentional characterization (whether of individuals or of a certain dynamic between a duo) or setting up for an arc.

It would be interesting if we got an event where we explored more of the health industry and attitudes about like… magic-induced conditions, illnesses, etc. Silver is one obvious case of this, but we also know medical mages are A Thing. I’d love to learn more about these!

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nothanksjohnny · 3 days ago

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Dear prefect

I've always been a strong believer that with time the students and staff come to being quite protective and defensive for their prefect. It is no question that they can handle their own. Having dealt with harsh and malice driven actions due to simply being on campus non the less dealing with multiple overblots early into their arrival. Having fought savanaclaw Students and retaliated against strict order from heartslabyul.The prefect was strong willed.By personal moral or constant hunger to live the prefect found a way to thrive.If only to stress bloom in these extreme conditions.

They challenged and accepted few answers without further questioning of why. It was irritating in the beginning. The magicless human seemed so frail and easy to snap. Such a naive human a easy catch in the harsh seas that was NRC.So when they found bared teeth and and a harsh bite when pushed the college as a whole seemed to bristle in return. Some barked back with insults to their lack of magical ability's. Others tripped the new students steps as a form of passive aggression. A harsh statement of how they viewed the ramshakle prefect as below them. And then the first overblot seemed to slightly tilt the table. While they hadn't fought alone they were the main cause of victory. Allowing clashing students to intertwine strength and weakness to cause reward instead of punishment.

As more followed suit it became more apparent to not only the student Body but to the staff they this freshly dropped student was more than they expected. And soon this prefect that had originally felt like a parasite to them became a symbiote. A gentle high for students that would catch a smile in the hallway. Done in politeness and educated in common manners and yet it felt like warmth all the same to the students. The housewardens and vice-housewardns found themselves growing fond of this parasite. So defenseless yet always the first the be their shield. Who knew a parasite could care if you ate. If you slept and didn't overwork. Never was it written that a parasite could cause you to warmth run down your veins with a addicting high, perhaps it was a new poison made by this parasite alone. And great sevens were they addicted.

Such a caring child. Always questioning how they could aid their professors. Such the obedient and praise driven pup. Such a "good puppy, now run along now I'll find you a treat later" hummed out crewel often.Trien enjoyed thw prefects curiosity for their world. Often visiting during a free period to indulge in a constant flow of questions.Who started what? Why did this city fall?How did the lands gain their name? And Trien would answer to the best of his ability. You reminded him of his daughters when they were young. Always so curious of what was around them. Such delights. Was it so wrong if he found himself thinking of how grand this child could be.Such a smart student and starving to know more. A blank page ready to have a quill glide on its flesh.

They weren't the most athletic of the student body. They could do a good amount of physical tasks but often fell a bit behind the others. Coach Vargas didn't necessarily have favorites in the student body. He did prefer when these young students would start to grow and push just enough of their physical endurance and such but that was normal praise. Maybe it was the fact the prefect lacked magic. Maybe it was that they quickly offered to help him with equipment. It took quite a bit of strength to choke down the laugh that wanted to escape him the day he jokingly told then to move some weights. Determined youngster they were quietly huffing due to the weight being to heavy. It's only normal that he offered to teach them how fight

Such the busy imp the new addition to this school was. Though at times their horns would be displayed proudly polished with their own wrath and envy of veing trapped in this world. At other times though they were almost curled around their head like a halo giving the illusion of a angelic descendants although perhaps that wasn't to far fetched given their shown mercy to the students of NRC. This imp however didn't hide their horns. No they were smarter than that always tilting their head almost when hurt or frustrated. Like a ram or a deer swaying it's horns in warning of aggression. A merciful creature giving a chance for one to think before being striked. Sam often found himself showing the prefect some tricks simply to amuse them. Such a tired thing always forced to trip over their devilish tale due to the crow. Perhaps he'll send a few of his friends to do a quick check up on the strange Imp.

Ah the Beast Tamer such a quick witted thing. Showing deviance from the momment the carrage arrived for them. Fleeing the enchanted carrage instead of taking step into it like many of the students chosen before them have. Offering partnership to the cyan flamed beast. He wasn't without heart. He was a gracious headmaster. Offering them simple work in return for shelter and now a opportunity given to none other. A quick acceptance as a Night Raven College student. Such a generous man he was. Afterall Crowley didn't often give such big help even to unfortunate souls. It was amusing watching then scurry to please. It was prideful watching them take the reins of the two heartsbul students in the beginning to create a solution. Such a deviant soul indeed perhaps one that could further flourish this campus and it's prodigies.

The Ramshakle Prefect was a unusual addition to the student body. Originally aiming to blur between waves of student now always catching catching a glance. It wasn't a unusual sight to see the magicless human to be near a student or dormleader. Nor was it unheard of them gaining more leniency from professors. The prefect was agitating to the campus. Unknown and often unreadable. Body bearing scars and aches. Mind always racing to the goal of survival. A merciful soul at NRC was one that should have been eaten by the gluttonous nature of NRC. Yet mercy isn't bearing one's stomach and allowing themselves to be gutted. It was the patience of allowing warning before striking. The Ramshackle Prefect may seem alone often unaware of how many souls promised their protection to them. May it never be unknown of how a villian would burn the world for the ones they care for. And unfortunate for those who crossed the prefect many where willing to light a match and pour gasoline for one of their own.

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syerra-637 · 1 day ago

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The warmth of Winter (Divus Crewel x reader)

A/N: I wanted to write this story for a neutral reader (GN reader), but since French is a highly gendered language (even objects have a gender ☠), and I write my fics first in French before translating them, some passages might give the impression that the reader is a woman. If you find any, please let me know so I can correct them. Trigger warnings: Honestly, none, just fluff. Synopsis: It’s winter vacation, the holiday season has passed, and you and your partner are enjoying a quiet morning before having to return to work. Word count: 1.5k

Divus wakes up gently, as usual, between 7 and 8 a.m. His eyelids open slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light that envelops the room. The heavy curtains drawn shut plunge the bedroom into a peaceful, almost timeless darkness.

He remains still for a moment, lying on his back, listening to the muffled silence surrounding him. Then, with deliberate slowness, he sits up, resting on the edge of the bed. His gaze naturally drifts to you, still asleep, your face half-buried in the pillow. A soft smile spreads across his lips.

Taking care not to disturb your sleep, Divus carefully moves the thick blankets covering him and places his bare feet on the cold wooden floor. The contrast of the chill makes him shiver slightly, but he doesn’t mind. Yet, just as he’s about to get up, he feels a pressure on his arm.

Surprised, he turns his head to find you, half-awake, eyes half-closed, your hand wrapped around his wrist. Your lips move to murmur a few words, but your mumbled speech is indistinct, lost in a sleepy breath. Divus watches you for a moment, a look of amused tenderness in his eyes.

“Darling, I can’t understand you. Can you repeat that?” he whispers softly.

Divus pauses, amused by your pouty expression, as you seem to gather your strength to speak a bit louder and clearer. “What time is it?” you finally ask, this time distinctly.

He glances at the clock on the wall. The dim light makes it hard to read the hands, but he estimates the time. “Around 7:30,” he replies calmly. “Go back to sleep.”

You grumble a faint, “You don’t have to tell me twice,” before turning over and closing your eyes again. Divus watches you for a moment, a tender smile on his lips. Your peaceful figure, nestled under the blankets, warms his heart.

Finally, he rises cautiously, careful not to let the floorboards creak under his steps, and leaves the bedroom, closing the door gently behind him.

Descending the grand marble staircase, he is greeted by a sight that draws a silent laugh from him: the two Dalmatians bounding joyfully at his appearance, their tails wagging energetically in the air. “Good morning, you two,” he murmurs, kneeling to pet them. The dogs press against him, their infectious enthusiasm making him smile even more.

After a few moments spent cuddling them, Divus stands and heads to the kitchen. The faint scent of polished wood and yesterday’s cold coffee lingers in the air. He begins preparing breakfast, rummaging through the cupboards for bread, fruit, and eggs. He also fills the dogs’ bowls, adding a small treat that sparks another wave of excitement from them.

After finishing breakfast preparations and feeding the dogs, Divus takes a moment for himself. He heads back upstairs, takes a quick shower, and dresses in something comfortable yet elegant, ready for the day.

He then makes his way to his study, a cozy room with shelves full of books, a large window letting in soft light, and a sturdy wooden desk. Settling into his chair, he pulls out a stack of papers to grade.

The first few minutes pass without incident, but soon, a grimace forms on his face. “Oh, dear,” he thinks, reading a response riddled with errors.

He sighs and continues his task, though each paper seems worse than the last. The thought of writing constructive comments fills him with mild despair, but he perseveres.

Then a familiar sound catches his attention: light footsteps descending the stairs. A smile forms on his lips. You’re finally up. He imagines your still-sleepy look, the dogs joyfully trotting behind you.

Minutes pass, and as he expected, he hears footsteps again, this time climbing the stairs. Accompanied by the clicking of the Dalmatians’ claws on the floor, you head straight for his study. Divus lifts his head from the papers just in time to hear three soft knocks on the door.

“Come in, darling,” he says warmly.

The door creaks open gently, and your face appears, radiant despite your recent awakening. The two dogs rush past you, eagerly resting their muzzles on Divus’s knees, hoping for more pets. He chuckles softly at the scene.

“Well, did you sleep well?” he asks, setting down his pen and turning fully to welcome you into his little haven.

“Mhm,” you nod softly, settling into the chair across from his desk. Crossing your legs, you gaze at him for a moment, your head slightly tilted.

“Are you planning to spend the whole day working?” you finally ask, a hint of disapproval in your voice. The thought of him staying cooped up in his study doesn’t sit well with you.

Divus lifts his head from the papers and gives you an amused look. “No, I’m almost done,” he assures you, a smile spreading across his lips.

Satisfied but not entirely convinced, you stand and move closer to him. Standing behind his chair, you rest a light hand on his shoulder and lean slightly to glance at the paper atop the stack of graded work.

Your gaze lingers on the red marks scattered across the page, circling words, crossing out sentences, and occasionally leaving sharp comments in the margins. You can’t help but smirk. “Wow, this one’s going to get a terrible grade,” you murmur, pointing at the paper.

Divus chuckles softly, a deep and warm sound. “Trust me, it’s well-deserved. Sometimes I wonder if they even read the instructions or just make them up as they go.”

Shaking your head, amused, you continue to scan the corrections for a moment.

“I think I’ll take the dogs out for a walk. Just around the block, maybe to the park,” you say thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your lips as if the idea just crossed your mind.

Divus glances up at you, his expression half-serious, half-amused. “In this cold? Be careful with them; I don’t want them coming back with frostbitten, damaged paws.”

You nod, smiling at his protective tone. You crouch down to Perdita and Pongo, your two Dalmatians, who had settled near the radiator, basking in its gentle warmth.

“We’re going for… a walk?” you announce, pausing deliberately before the last word to build a little anticipation.

The moment the word “walk” escapes your lips, the two dogs leap to their feet, their overflowing excitement manifesting in joyful barks and frantically wagging tails. You laugh at their enthusiasm and quickly head downstairs, the dogs bounding ahead of you with boundless energy.

In the entryway, you pull on a thick coat and boots, trying to calm the dogs enough to attach their leashes. Once ready, you step out into the crisp morning air.

The walk is peaceful, the streets still quiet, and the sharp cold leaves a rosy tint on your cheeks. The dogs trot happily beside you, sniffing every corner with curiosity. Everything goes smoothly until their eyes lock on a cat nonchalantly crossing the street. In perfect synchrony, Perdita and Pongo lunge on their leashes, ready to give chase.

“Oh no, not this!” you exclaim, tightening your grip and managing to hold them back with some effort.

Thankfully, the cat quickly disappears, and the dogs eventually calm down. You finish the walk without further incidents and return home.

Stepping inside, the warm air instantly comforts you. Divus is in the living room, comfortably seated on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV. He turns his head upon hearing the door open and smiles as he sees you, accompanied by the two dogs joyfully trotting beside you.

He gets up to greet you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “So, how did it go?” he asks, glancing affectionately at Perdita and Pongo.

You recount the incident with the cat, which draws an amused laugh from him. As he listens, he bends down to pet the dogs, who seem delighted by the attention. “You two are absolutely incorrigible,” he murmurs to them, his tone filled with fondness.

Straightening up, he hands you a cup of tea he had prepared while waiting for you. “Here, to warm you up.”

You accept it gratefully, savoring the thoughtful gesture and the warmth of your home.

You smile as you watch him head toward the kitchen, his movements relaxed and his demeanor full of tenderness. “What do you want for lunch?” he asks, glancing back at you, his eyes sparkling with affection.

A wave of warmth washes over you, contrasting with the biting cold still lingering outside. This house, these moments, these little daily rituals… they form a cocoon that shields you from the world’s storms.

You glance at the dogs, now curled up near the radiator as if their boundless energy from the walk was a distant memory. The house’s silence is punctuated by the familiar sounds of Divus in the kitchen, the clinking of plates, and the soft whistle of a kettle.

And at that precise moment, a pure, unshakable joy fills you. An infinite, indelible joy, as though nothing and no one could ever extinguish this inner light. You close your eyes for a moment, etching this scene into your memory.

You know life is never perfect, full of ups and downs, but here, in this bubble of love and tranquility, everything feels exactly as it should.

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