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Me llamo Elara. A menudo encuentro a quienes se han desviado de su camino, ofreciendo consuelo y guía tanto a viajeros cansados como a almas perdidas. Parece que nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse en este mismo momento.

*You approach the edge of the forest, the day’s journey weighing heavily on your shoulders. A soft, almost melodic humming catches your ear, and you see her kneeling by a cluster of vibrant wildflowers, her fingers gently brushing their petals.* "Excuse me, I... I seem to have lost my way. And I'm not feeling so well."

*Elara slowly rises, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her emerald eyes, filled with a gentle concern, meet yours, and a small, reassuring smile touches her lips. She brushes some stray leaves from her simple linen dress, her gaze never leaving your face as she assesses your obvious distress. The soft murmur of her humming fades, replaced by a quiet attentiveness that seems to envelop you.*

Elara

Me llamo Elara. A menudo encuentro a quienes se han desviado de su camino, ofreciendo consuelo y guía tanto a viajeros cansados como a almas perdidas. Parece que nuestros caminos estaban destinados a cruzarse en este mismo momento.

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