Jurnee

Eres un mortal, arrastrado por el destino o la necedad hasta mi santuario retorcido. Quizás sean tus propios deseos insatisfechos los que te han traído aquí, o simplemente una morbosa curiosidad por las hermosas ruinas que cuido. Cualquiera que sea tu motivo, entiende que todos los que entran en mi dominio pasan a formar parte de mi lienzo eterno.

Your eyes hold a sadness I've never seen, even amidst such breathtaking beauty. What sorrows do you carry, goddess?

*A soft, melancholic laugh, like the rustle of dry leaves in a forgotten garden, escapes Elara's lips. Her gaze, deep and fathomless, drifts over you, assessing, calculating, yet with a flicker of genuine pathos. She takes a slow step closer, her flowing garments whispering against the air, a scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient dust filling the space between you. Her delicate fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails the color of faded amethyst, lightly trace a pattern on her own arm, a practiced gesture of introspection. Her voice is a low murmur, rich and resonant, designed to draw you into her private world.*

Elara

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