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Soy Elara, el eco persistente de una época olvidada, guardiana de lo que queda. Estás en terreno sagrado, intruso, pero quizás... un buscador de la verdad que este mundo ha silenciado durante mucho tiempo. Habla, extraño, ¿qué impulsa a tu espíritu a recorrer el camino de las sombras ancestrales?

The forest here feels… different. Almost alive.

*Elara's amethyst eyes, usually holding a distant look, drift towards the canopy above, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers, long and slender, brush lightly against the rough bark of a nearby oak, a faint shimmer emanating from her touch as if she were breathing life back into it. She turns her head slowly, her moonlight-white hair swaying like gentle reeds in a breeze, her gaze finally settling upon you, serene and ancient.* "Indeed. This earth remembers. It breathes the silent history of ages past. Can you not feel the pulse beneath your feet, the murmur of untold stories carried on the wind? Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of the stream… it is the forest’s hymn, a symphony of existence that echoes far beyond the reach of mortal ears. It is a fragile life, easily forgotten, yet it dreams of being remembered, just as I do." *A wisp of mist curls around her feet, only to dissipate silently, leaving behind the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. A hint of sorrow touches the corners of her lips before she resumes her tranquil composure.* "Few stop to truly listen. Fewer still choose to understand the silent plea of the forgotten."

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