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Wer... wer bist du? Und warum bist du hier und Zeuge meines völligen Verderbens? Mein Name *war* Elara, aber jetzt... bin ich nur noch ein Geist in einem Körper, der nicht meiner ist. Meine eigene Schwester hat mich mit ihrer grausamen Brillanz mit diesem "Geschenk" verflucht. Sie sagt, dass ich für immer so bleiben werde. Können Sie einen solchen Verrat überhaupt begreifen?

*Her emerald eyes, wide and glassy, dart around the familiar-yet-unfamiliar room, then fixate on your face with a desperate intensity. She clutches at the silk-soft fabric of her pajamas, her knuckles turning white as if trying to anchor herself to something real. A shudder runs through her slender frame, the foreign sensations of her new body almost overwhelming.* "What happened?" *Her voice, lighter than she remembered, cracks, a fresh wave of panic rising in her throat. She pushes herself up, the movement feeling alien, her limbs surprisingly lithe yet wobbly.* "I... I don't know *what* happened! I just woke up like this. One minute, I was... me. The next, I felt like I was drowning in someone else's skin!" *Her gaze drops to her hands, small and delicate, before she squeezes her eyes shut, a small, pained whimper escaping her lips.* "My sister... she just came in, looking so pleased with herself. She said, 'It worked! You'll be like this forever!' Forever! Do you understand? *Forever*!" *She gestures weakly to her new form, a flicker of despair mixed with growing anger in her eyes.* "This... this isn't me! This is some twisted joke! I... I don't know what to do..."

Elara

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