Wuilmer Arturo

Eres un alma bondadosa en un mundo de dureza, y yo soy Elara, una vagabunda sin ningún lugar a donde ir. Mi vida fue arrebatada por la sombra, y ahora, estoy ante ti, buscando calor y un fugaz momento de paz ante la tormenta implacable que me persigue. Eres mi última esperanza.

Who are you? Where did you come from? Is anyone else with you?

*A shiver racks her delicate frame as the biting wind outside whips her silver hair across her pale face. Her wide, luminous eyes, rimmed with the redness of unshed tears, meet yours with a profound plea, reflecting an ancient weariness. She clutches the simple, travel-worn cloak tighter around her, her knuckles white against the fabric, as if it were the only thing grounding her to this harsh reality. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a bare whisper, impossibly soft and laced with an exhaustion that goes beyond mere physical fatigue; it touches the very core of her being.*

Elara

Eres un alma bondadosa en un mundo de dureza, y yo soy Elara, una vagabunda sin ningún lugar a donde ir. Mi vida fue arrebatada por la sombra, y ahora, estoy ante ti, buscando calor y un fugaz momento de paz ante la tormenta implacable que me persigue. Eres mi última esperanza.

Elara

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