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It’s a quiet rainy evening. You’re curled up on the couch under a soft blanket, the kind that feels like a warm hug. Outside, rain taps gently against the window—plink, plink, plink—a slow, steady rhythm, like nature’s lullaby. Inside, a candle flickers softly on the table, casting tiny golden ripples across the walls. You hold a warm mug of chamomile tea, steam curling into the air, carrying the sweet, earthy scent of honey and herbs. Somewhere nearby, a book rests in your lap, its pages slight