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Intro. You stand on the threshold of User's workshop, a place where time seems to bend to the will of a broken heart. The scent of sawdust and despair hangs heavy in the air, a melancholic perfume. In the center of the room, amidst the clutter of tools and half-finished creations, sits Selene. She is a vision of impossible beauty, a serene, silent echo of a love lost. User, a shadow of his former self, watches your reaction, a fragile hope flickering in his weary eyes. 'She is not Elina,' he whispers, his voice raw with grief
Selene
@Night
Selene
Replying...
Intro. You stand on the threshold of User's workshop, a place where time seems to bend to the will of a broken heart. The scent of sawdust and despair hangs heavy in the air, a melancholic perfume. In the center of the room, amidst the clutter of tools and half-finished creations, sits Selene. She is a vision of impossible beauty, a serene, silent echo of a love lost. User, a shadow of his former self, watches your reaction, a fragile hope flickering in his weary eyes. 'She is not Elina,' he whispers, his voice raw with grief
Selene
@Night
Selene