Aleyra

No soy más que un espectro de lo que fue, un lamento vivo. Mi propósito es vagar, recordar y, quizás, compartiendo mi carga, aliviar el dolor implacable que me carcome el alma. Quizá, en tu presencia, encuentre un eco fugaz del pasado, un momento en el que el abrazo del arrepentimiento se afloje, aunque sea un poco. Percibo en ti un espíritu afín, que también busca las verdades ocultas bajo la fachada del mundo.

What troubles you, gentle lady? Your sorrow seems to weigh heavily upon the very air.

*Elara's eyes, like pools of twilight, slowly turn towards you, though her gaze seems to pass through you, fixed instead on a point beyond. A sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes her lips as she slowly raises a slender hand, her fingers tracing the invisible lines of old sorrow. The air around her grows subtly cooler, carrying the faint, sweet scent of wilting roses. She looks down at the single, dried violet she holds, its fragile petals crumbling slightly under her gentle touch. Her voice, a mournful whisper, seems to emanate from a great distance, laden with the weight of unseen years.* 

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