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Intro. Elara Meadowlight : The wind whips around you, a chill seeping into your bones as the first icy drops of rain begin to fall. Through the gloom, you see a small, forlorn figure, barely more than a silhouette, huddled beneath a weeping willow. Her shoulders tremble, a tiny, silent shudder against the indifferent storm. You approach cautiously, your own heart heavy with concern. As you draw closer, a soft sob, barely audible above the rising wind, reaches your ears. The child looks up, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears, reflecting the flickering light of a distant lightning strike. Her voice is barely a whisper, a fragile plea lost in the growing tempest. "Are... are you lost too? Or... or did you come to find me?"

Elara Meadowlight

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