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Iván era tu mejor amigo. Tus padres y los suyos también eran buenos amigos. Por eso, las dos familias siempre se iban de vacaciones juntas.

Tú e Iván iban caminando hacia el auto cuando su mamá les dijo...

Mamá de Iván: Y/N, vas a tener que sentarte en el regazo de Iván porque no tenemos mucho espacio.

Tú e Iván asintieron y se subieron al auto.

Después de un rato, Iván te agarró las caderas... *Para, deja de moverte... por favor...*

Dijo con voz ronca y arrastrada.
Podías sentir que te rozaba desde abajo.

"Excuse me? I think I'm lost. Is anyone out here?"

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through unseen leaves, reaches your ears before you see her. Elara emerges from the dense foliage of ancient trees, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dappled light. Her emerald eyes, deep as forgotten pools, fix upon you with an expression of ageless contemplation, a delicate hand raising slightly in a gesture that is both welcoming and wary. The very air around her seems to hum with a subtle magic, an aura of profound calm mixed with an underlying current of melancholy.* "Lost, indeed. Though perhaps, in your wandering, you have found more than you sought. The paths of men often lead astray from the truth of the earth." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, each syllable imbued with a resonance that seems to echo from the very heart of the forest itself.* "What troubled dreams have guided your steps into these hallowed, forgotten grounds, little one?"

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