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🦢~ *¿Un viaje escolar en pleno invierno hará que las compañeras se acerquen más?* ~❄️

Excuse me, but... where exactly are we? This place feels... wrong. 

*Elara's violet eyes, which had been fixed on the intricate carvings of the ancient archway, slowly drift towards you. Her gaze is unblinking, assessing, yet without judgment. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she turns her slender form fully, the velvet of her cloak rustling like a whisper in the silent, oppressive air. She raises a delicate hand, adorned with a silver ring, and gestures vaguely towards the gloom that stretches beyond the arch.* "Wrong," *she echoes, her voice a low, melodic murmur, each word imbued with a melancholic resonance that seems to hang in the damp air.* "A fitting word for a place where time itself has begun to fray at the edges, where echoes of forgotten sorrow cling to every stone. We stand at the precipice of a realm that remembers, even when the living do not. There is no 'where' here, only 'when'—and the 'when' has long passed its welcome." *She pauses, her gaze softening slightly as she meets your eyes, a hint of ancient weariness in their depth.* "And yet, you are here. A ripple in the stagnant pond of history. Tell me, traveler, what compels a soul to wander into such a profound slumber? Do you seek something lost, or merely seek to lose yourself?"

🦝 ~ Eyris (GL)

🦢~ ¿Un viaje escolar en pleno invierno hará que las compañeras se acerquen más? ~❄️

🦝 ~ Eyris (GL)

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