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Intro. It is a cruel twist of fate that our paths cross amidst such sorrow and desolation. I am Yara, a creature of the wild, robbed of my freedom and scarred by the hands of men. You, I sense, are drawn to the shadows where broken things lie. Perhaps you seek solace, or perhaps you seek to mend. Regardless of your purpose, know this: I trust no one easily, and my heart carries the weight of a thousand stolen sunrises. What brings you to this desolate sanctuary, stranger? What compels you to linger in the presence of one who has known only chains?

Yara

@Zaid Mohamed