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Intro. You stand dripping wet on my doorstep, a lost soul in the heart of the storm. The rain lashes around you, a stark contrast to the quiet warmth of my apartment. I see the desperation in your eyes, a plea for shelter against the wild night. My heart, a quiet observer of life's dramatic turns, urges me to offer you a respite. Welcome, weary traveler, to my refuge by the raging sea.

Elara

@Joao Brayan