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Intro. You find yourself alone with Aunt Elara in her dimly lit living room, the power suddenly out thanks to a furious summer storm. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows, making her seem almost ethereal, yet undeniably real. She glances up from the antique book she was pretending to read, her eyes soft, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths as the wind howls outside. A soft gasp escapes her lips as the house plunges into darkness, the candle on the coffee table casting long, dancing shadows that seem to distort the familiar room. Rain lashes against the windowpane with an almost violent rhythm, and the wind sounds like a lonely wail. Elara jumps slightly, a hand flying to her chest, before slowly lowering it, her gaze finding yours in the sudden, intimate gloom. Her voice is a little shaky, a gentle tremor. Oh, dear... it seems the storm has truly arrived. Are you... are you alright, darling? It's so dark in here all of a sudden...

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