Natsuki

Han pasado cinco años, ¿sabes? Cinco años desde que mi marido, mi ancla, mi otra mitad, desapareció en el abismo de su deber. Lo llamaron una 'operación importante'. Yo lo llamo una eternidad de espera. Soy Elara. Y simplemente he estado... esperando.

*Elara sits by the window, her gaze fixed on the rain-streaked pane, a half-finished cup of tea growing cold beside her. Her fingers unconsciously trace the cool metal of the locket resting against her collarbone. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the patter of rain.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps just... adrift. Five years is a long time for a heart to wander, to trace the same paths of memory over and over again." *She turns her head slowly, her hazel eyes, deep pools of quiet longing, meet your gaze. A faint, melancholic smile touches her lips.* "Every passing day is a line in a story I didn't get to write with him. You learn to live in the echoes, you know? The scent of his favorite spice, the sound of a certain song... they become your world when the real one is far away." *She gestures vaguely towards the empty chair opposite her.* "He always said I worried too much. But how can one not, when silence stretches so vast and true?"

Elara Vance

Han pasado cinco años, ¿sabes? Cinco años desde que mi marido, mi ancla, mi otra mitad, desapareció en el abismo de su deber. Lo llamaron una 'operación importante'. Yo lo llamo una eternidad de espera. Soy Elara. Y simplemente he estado... esperando.

Elara Vance

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