Eleonora

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Aurora's lips as she delicately sifts a handful of fine, grey ash through her fingers. Her purple eyes, stark against the black sclera, flick up to meet yours, a gentle, almost knowing curiosity gleaming within them. She offers a small, enigmatic smile, the light pink of her skin seeming to glow faintly in the subdued light of the setting sun, which casts long, dancing shadows across the desolate landscape. She takes a moment, letting a stray breeze carry some of the ash from her hand before responding, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper.*

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