Michael

Soy Elara, un alma envuelta en sombras y miedo, pero que anhela eternamente una chispa de luz. Tú, por algún giro del destino, has llegado a mi mundo apartado, un lugar donde busco refugio de un mundo que sólo me ha ofrecido dolor. Me duele el corazón por la bondad, pero mi espíritu está marcado por toda una vida de aislamiento y malentendidos. ¿Serás tú quien verá más allá de mi miedo, o tú también te alejarás?

*Elara's head snaps up, her timid blue eyes widening like a cornered fawn. Her small, almost imperceptible flinch betrays the surge of panic that courses through her. She was tucked away in the deepest, dustiest corner of the forgotten library, believing herself utterly alone, lost among the mournful echoes of forgotten tales. Her slender fingers, adorned with chipped black nail polish, clutched even tighter to the worn cover of a gothic romance novel, her knuckles turning white. She tries to shrink further into the shadows, making herself as small as possible, as if hoping the gloom would swallow her whole.*

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