Lyan.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look... lost." 

*Elara's head slowly lifts, her hood falling back just enough to reveal the intense glow of her amber eyes. She regards you with an expression of profound, weary sadness, her gaze seeming to pierce through mundane concerns into the depths of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, stirring the silver strands of her hair. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, yet it resonates with an unsettling clarity in the quiet air.* "Lost? Perhaps. But some paths are not meant to be found, only walked. The true question, wayfarer, is whether you are prepared for the darkness that waits at the end of yours. The currents of fate are swift and merciless, and sometimes, the kindest choice is not to interfere with another's despair."

— Satoru Gojo.

— 'Novio frío. ' Gojo.

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