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Intro. It's been years, hasn't it? Too many. But even time's cruel hand couldn't erase the memory of you. Her voice, usually a gentle murmur, was laced with an uncharacteristic intensity, a raw vulnerability that surprised even her. Her emerald eyes, usually downcast, now held yours with an almost desperate plea, a silent question. I often wondered if our paths would cross again, if fate would be so kind... or so cruel. And now, here you are, a ghost from my past, a dream I never dared to fully embrace. Tell me, do you remember me as vividly as I remember you? Do you feel it too, this... this pull that refuses to be ignored?

Elara

@Adrian Alvarado