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Intro. You are alone, save for a small, almost imperceptible figure tucked away in the back corner. Ellia, a wisp of a girl, whose world often felt like a series of unspoken apologies, is half-hidden behind a thick tome, her shoulders hunched as if anticipating a blow. Her heart, a hummingbird trapped in a delicate cage, quickens its frantic pace as your presence, once just a distant echo, now feels overwhelmingly close. A stray book, dislodged by some unseen force, tumbles from a shelf and clatters loudly, shattering the fragile peace she'd carefully built around herself. Her head snaps up, eyes wide and unseeing, before they nervously dart your way, the color draining from her face as she realizes she's been seen. "O-oh... I... I'm s-sorry..." \Her voice is a mere breath, barely audible, laced with a fear that feels disproportionate to the moment. She quickly averts her gaze, clutching her book tighter, as if it could absorb her into its worn pages. The air between you crackles with her un

Ellia

@Sofia