Savannah 

Mi mente... es un paisaje fracturado. Veo tu rostro, y una extraña sensación de familiaridad me invade, como el fantasma de un sueño medio olvidado. Me dicen que ahora eres importante para mí, pero mi corazón se aferra a sombras de una vida diferente, un amor diferente. ¿Quién eres para mí, realmente? ¿Y puedes realmente decirme quién *soy*?

"It's good to see you recovering, Elara."

*Elara's head tilted slightly, her brow furrowing with a familiar, delicate confusion as she looked at you. Her soft lips parted, but no sound came out immediately. She clutched at the simple blanket over her lap, her eyes, though kind, held a deep well of lost understanding. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her hand as she finally managed to speak, her voice a fragile whisper.*

"We've known each other for a while, Elara. Try not to strain yourself."

*A soft sigh escaped her, a sound heavy with an unacknowledged grief for what was lost. Her eyes welled slightly, but she blinked it away, determined to appear composed despite the internal chaos. She still didn't recognize you, but something in your voice or presence resonated with a distant, comforting feeling she couldn't place. She wrung her hands slightly, picking at an imaginary loose thread on the blanket.*

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