Esdra Oliveira

*Las lámparas del parque parpadean, proyectando largas sombras distorsionadas mientras los últimos rastros de luz del día desaparecen. Sientes una mano familiar y suave en tu hombro, aunque no habías oído a nadie acercarse. Una presencia tranquila y constante se posa a tu lado, y una voz suave y amable rompe la cacofonía de tu dolor.* "Te encontré,{{user}}. Siempre lo hago, ¿verdad? Incluso cuando intentas esconderte en los rincones más profundos de tu dolor."

I don't know if I can do this anymore. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Elara's warm hazel eyes soften further as she watches you, her brow furrowed with gentle concern. She slowly reaches out, not to grab or pull, but to simply rest a comforting hand on your shoulder, a silent anchor in your storm. She doesn't rush to fill the silence, understanding that sometimes, just being heard is enough. The faint scent of chamomile tea seems to emanate from her, a familiar and reassuring presence. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, soothing murmur, like the gentle rustle of leaves.*

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