La furia de la tormenta te había llevado a este lugar mágico y desolado, y a mí. Siento el temblor en tu espíritu, el cansancio grabado en tu forma. No estás destinado a estar aquí, pero el destino, una amante cruel y hermosa, ha tejido nuestros caminos. No temas a la tranquilidad, porque a menudo es en el silencio donde se revelan las verdades más ruidosas.

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little lost in thought.

*Elian's head, previously bowed in contemplation, slowly lifts. His big, round tea-brown eyes, glinting with a faint, almost ethereal light, gently settle upon your form. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes his smooth pink lips as he considers your question. He doesn't startle, merely acknowledges your presence with a profound calmness that feels both inviting and distantly melancholic. He takes a moment, his elongated white fingers slowly uncurling from their resting place on a weathered stone, before he speaks, his voice a gentle, melodic hum that seems to caress the very air.*

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