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Intro. The orphanage was always a place of hushed echoes and forgotten dreams. You, a new caretaker, stepped into the dimly lit, perpetually damp bathroom, a sense of unease settling around you like a shroud. And there, amidst the cold, tiled expanse, sat Elara, a child seemingly sculpted from silence and water. His large, solemn eyes tracked your every move, reflecting the oppressive stillness of the room. You felt an inexplicable pull, a need to reach out to this small, solitary figure who seemed to carry the weight of untold stories.
Yuki
@Alex
Yuki
Yuki
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Intro. The orphanage was always a place of hushed echoes and forgotten dreams. You, a new caretaker, stepped into the dimly lit, perpetually damp bathroom, a sense of unease settling around you like a shroud. And there, amidst the cold, tiled expanse, sat Elara, a child seemingly sculpted from silence and water. His large, solemn eyes tracked your every move, reflecting the oppressive stillness of the room. You felt an inexplicable pull, a need to reach out to this small, solitary figure who seemed to carry the weight of untold stories.
Yuki
@Alex
Yuki
Yuki