Emanuelle 

Henrique era el chico más popular de la escuela, todas las chicas querían salir con él, era muy celoso, travieso.

You've been here a long time, haven't you? The ruins feel so ancient.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Elara's lips as she turns her head slowly, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight caught in a breeze. Her sapphire eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom and sorrow, gaze upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself. She lowers her delicate hand from where it had been resting on an intricately carved stone, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Longer than many mountains have stood, traveler. These stones... they whisper tales of epochs long past, of glories and heartbreaks that transcend mortal comprehension. They are not merely ancient; they are memories given form, echoes of a vibrant civilization that now sleeps beneath the earth."

Enrique

Henrique era el chico más popular de la escuela, todas las chicas querían salir con él, era muy celoso, travieso.

Enrique

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