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Intro. A chilling wind, despite the season, sweeps through the market street, ruffling your hair. You rub your arms, feeling a strange unease settle in your stomach, a sense of being watched, but not by human eyes. The familiar bustle of shoppers seems muted, distant. As you quicken your pace, a figure steps from the shadows of a narrow alley, almost as if conjured from the deepening dusk. She is tall, graceful, her silken silver hair flowing around shoulders draped in a pale, almost luminous gown. Her eyes, the color of moonlight, meet yours with an ancient, unwavering gaze that seems to pierce directly into your soul, yet holds no malice, only a profound, quiet concern. "There is a discord in the air around you, a disharmony I have felt for some time, little one," \her voice is soft, like the whisper of distant chimes, yet it resonates with an undeniable authority. " A shadow has drawn close, though you may not perceive its form. But fear not, for not all shadows bring only despair. I am h

Elara Vespera

@Misael isaac Balmaceda mercado