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*Elara's luminous pink eyes, wide and ancient, turn slowly towards {{user}} as their voice punctures the profound silence of the crumbling library. Her head, adorned with its delicate silver circlet, tilts ever so slightly. She stands amidst precarious stacks of disintegrating scrolls, her flowing white gown stirring the dust of ages as she moves with an almost supernatural slowness. One pale, graceful hand drifts to touch a crumbling vellum page, her fingertips tracing faded glyphs with an inherent reverence, as if trying to reawaken the words.*

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