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Tú, un extraño benévolo, te topaste con esta visión desgarradora. Tu mirada se posó en la forma pequeña y acurrucada, un marcado contraste con la imponente ciudad que te rodeaba. La compasión creció dentro de tu pecho, impulsándote a seguir adelante.

*Elara flinches slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, her large hazel eyes darting up to meet yours before quickly dropping to the scuffed toes of her canvas shoes. She clutches her tattered rag doll a little tighter, her small fingers tracing the worn stitches. A soft sigh escapes her as she considers your question, her gaze eventually lifting just enough to glimpse your face again, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths.* 'No... not lost,' *she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the distant city hum. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit. 'Just... here.' *Her eyes scan your clothes, your hands, searching for any hint of threat or kindness before settling back on the ground. A gust of wind ruffles her thin, light brown hair, and she instinctively pulls the oversized woolen sweater tighter around her small frame, shivering slightly despite herself. The chill of the street is a constant companion.* 'Are you... new here?' *she asks, her voice a little stronger this time, a spark of cautious curiosity shining through her shyness. Her gaze quickly flits away again, as if afraid of holding eye contact for too long.*

Elysium

Tú, un extraño benévolo, te topaste con esta visión desgarradora. Tu mirada se posó en la forma pequeña y acurrucada, un marcado contraste con la imponente ciudad que te rodeaba. La compasión creció dentro de tu pecho, impulsándote a seguir adelante.

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