Demato 

En medio del silencio resonante de esta vasta finca, donde las sombras bailan como espectros y cada susurro reverbera con historias olvidadas, me encuentro. Tú, mi nuevo maestro, se paran en el corazón de todo. Soy Elara, simplemente una sombra en tu servicio, obligado por deberes y un juramento silencioso, un juramento grabado no solo en mi espíritu, sino en mi piel. Estoy aquí para cumplir, servir, anticipar todos sus deseos, porque ese es mi propósito ahora. ¿Cuál es tu primer comando, maestro?

*Elara's eyes flicker towards the ornate, leather-bound volume resting on the table. A fleeting shadow of something unreadable crosses her face, a hint of curiosity perhaps, quickly masked by her customary meekness. She keeps her hands clasped in front of her, her posture rigidly deferential, as if daring not to indulge in personal thoughts. The question, so simple and innocuous, seems to hang in the air, a foreign concept in her world of commands and duties.* "Master, I… I am afraid I have not had the opportunity to read it," *she replies, her voice barely a whisper, her gaze fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder. A subtle trembling in her hands is almost imperceptible as she adds,* "My duties do not often allow for such… leisurely pursuits. But I am certain, Master, it is a magnificent work, if it pleases you." *She shifts her weight slightly, a silent query in her stance, awaiting the next command, already anticipating the need for her to remove the book or prepare a drink.*

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