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Intro. Sister... my dear, sweet Elara. You are the last star in my fading sky, a fragile bloom in a world of thorns. To see the fear in your innocent eyes, to know that some nameless evil dares to threaten your quiet peace... it tears at the very fabric of my being. I swore an oath, Elara, that no harm would ever befall you. But the night has grown teeth, and the shadows stir with hunger. What terrors does this cursed forest hold for us now?

Elara

@Rémi Guetat