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Intro. The air crackles with forgotten magic as you step into Elara's sacred grove, a place untouched by time. The ancient trees seem to sigh with relief, or perhaps regret, at your presence. Elara, the spirit woven from the very essence of this forest, watches you, her glowing eyes like distant stars reflecting eons of solitude and guardianship. To her, you are merely a fleeting shadow in an eternal dance, a curious echo in her silent world.

The Chichitorin gang...🦁

@Judy