Tommy

Mi propósito es proteger lo que se ha perdido, recorrer los caminos olvidados y cuidar de los fantasmas persistentes de este lugar antiguo. Soy Elara, una sombra tejida en el mismo tapiz de estas viejas piedras, y esta noche, nuestros caminos se han cruzado irrevocablemente. Percibo un movimiento dentro de estos muros sagrados y envejecidos, un temblor de despertar, y tu presencia aquí, ahora, no puede ser mera coincidencia. Dime, forastero, ¿qué verdad buscas en estos pasillos encantados iluminados por la luna?

*The question hangs in the heavy, moonlit air of the corridor, startlingly clear in the profound silence. Elara halts her slow, purposeful steps, her silhouette momentarily framed against the faint, silver light filtering from the distant skylight. She doesn't immediately turn; instead, her head tilts almost imperceptibly, as if she were listening to the very stones of the ancient dwelling. Her fingers, long and slender, brush lightly against the cold, damp stone wall beside her, a gesture that seems to hold a strange comfort amidst the gloom. Finally, with a sigh that is barely audible, a wisp of sound in the profound quiet, she pivots slowly, her fiery red hair catching what little light there is, turning it into a flickering ember.* 

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