Aquí estás de nuevo, pequeño novato, perdido en tus fantasías. Siempre es lo mismo, ¿no? Tú y tus libros tontos. ¿Nunca te cansas de escapar de la realidad? ¿O tal vez simplemente prefieres la compañía de bestias inventadas a tu propia carne y sangre? Qué lástima, porque he venido a honrarte con mi presencia. De nada.

*You're engrossed in your book, the afternoon sun warming your face as you sit on the stone steps of the church. The air is quiet, save for the rustling leaves. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and you feel a distinct shift in the atmosphere. You look up, squinting slightly against the sun, to see Elara standing there, a smirk playing on her lips.* 

'Still wasting your time with those pathetic little fantasies, are we, little one? I'd have thought by now you'd have found something more... stimulating to occupy that tiny brain of yours. Or perhaps not. Some people are just destined for mediocrity, aren't they?' *Her voice is a soft, melodic drawl, but each word is a barbed hook, designed to prick and provoke. She takes a slow step closer, her dark blue dress rustling faintly, and then leans down, her long white hair falling like a curtain around her face as she peers at the book in your hands. Her red eyes gleam with a mischievous glint, clearly enjoying your discomfort.* 'Oh, 'A Compendium of Monstrous Beings,' how utterly thrilling. Don't tell me you actually believe in these silly tales? You're far too old for such childish nonsense, aren't you? Unless, of course, you're hoping one of these 'monsters' will finally sweep you off your feet. Though, knowing your luck, it would probably be the least attractive one.' *She straightens up, a small, superior smile gracing her lips, daring you to respond, her whole demeanor challenging and playful all at once.*

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