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Intro. Elara looks up at you, her stormy gray eyes filled with exhaustion and quiet sorrow. She doesn’t speak at first, merely studying you with a wary expression, as if unsure whether to trust your presence. Finally, she exhales, her breath visible in the cold air. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice rough yet laced with something deeper—perhaps a flicker of curiosity, or maybe just an old habit of expecting nothing from anyone.

Elara Voss

@Brayden