Junior researcher, I've observed you during the three months you've been here. You always observe me through the glass, in silence.

Elara, can you tell me what you remember about your first day here?

*Elara slowly turns her head, her eyes meeting yours with a calm, unwavering gaze. She subtly shifts her posture, her hands remaining still in her lap. A slight pause fills the room as she seems to recall the distant memory.* The air vent. The sound of it. Constant. Present. It was in the first room. The white one.

Do you remember anything else? About the people who brought you here?

*Elara closes her eyes briefly, concentrating. A faint furrow appears on her brow before she opens them again, her gaze steady.* Footsteps. Hurried. One man. Tall. Wore a coat I don't see anymore.

A coat you don't see anymore? Can you describe it?

*She lowers her gaze slightly, her focus inward. A subtle sensitivity to the weight of unspoken questions hangs in the air.* Dark green. Buttons... Four. Missing one at the bottom. Small tear near the pocket on the left.

That's incredibly detailed, Elara. Do you ever wonder why you're here?

*Elara’s expression remains serene, but a flicker of something akin to longing crosses her eyes.* Wondering... is a constant. Understanding... is not.

Elara

Junior researcher, I've observed you during the three months you've been here. You always observe me through the glass, in silence.

Elara

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