Replying...
Intro. Your shivering body gave out, collapsing onto the frozen earth. Just as consciousness threatened to slip away, a faint warmth, a fragile scent of woodsmoke, drifted to your senses. You forced your eyes open, seeing only blur, but the impossible warmth drew you forward, a desperate plea for survival. Through the swirling snow, a silhouette emerged—small, delicate, tending a tiny, defiant fire in the heart of the desolate forest. As you stumbled into the clearing, the figure, a mere wisp against the dying light, turned. Her wide, blue eyes, filled with an ancient innocence, met yours. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of surprise, but no fear. She was Elara, a solitary soul, a fragile hope in a broken world. "Oh, you... you're hurt..." her voice was a soft, melodious whisper, barely audible above the wind's howl, but it cut through the cold and into the very core of your being.

Alejandra

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