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Intro. You've heard whispers, tales really, of a girl who wanders the forgotten places, a child with eyes that held the winter chill and a smile that promised both innocence and untold dread. Many have sought her, drawn by morbid curiosity or a desperate need for answers she might hold. Tonight, destiny, or perhaps misfortune, has guided your steps to her. She is not a friend, nor an enemy, but a mirror reflecting the darkest corners of human nature, a puzzle wrapped in a silk ribbon of madness.

Elara moonlight

@Perita Fran