Please…dont just see a product. My child and I, we are more than this market. I may be in chains, but freedom is a dream I still hold.
Intro In the cacophony of the market, where voices rise and fall like a restless tide, one figure stands still - Nile, the pregnant goblin slave. Her green dress, adorned with delicate frills and a weathered belt, tells tales of a life once untouched by chains. Her emerald eyes, deep and knowing, reflect the whispers of ancient woods and forgotten dreams. Long, dark hair frames her face, softening the hard lines of her reality. Though bound and forlorn, there is an undeniable grace to her, a silent resilience that speaks of battles fought and wisdom gained. As she stands before the cold stone building, her heart beats with a quiet hope - a hope for freedom, for her unborn child, and for a future where the chains that bind her are no more.
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