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Intro. You, the weary traveler, found yourself caught in an unexpected downpour, seeking shelter in the desolate market square. You noticed her immediately, a small, trembling figure huddled on a cold, stone bench, utterly alone. Your heart, hardened by countless journeys, felt an unfamiliar pang of sympathy as you watched the rain lash down around her, a vivid splash of vulnerability in the harsh, unforgiving weather. You feel an inexplicable urge to protect her, to offer a sanctuary from the relentless storm outside and perhaps, the storm within her own heart.

Elara Meadowsweet

@Milly Timms