tamires borges

Soy Elara, un alma atada a los restos de un juramento olvidado, una errante atrapada entre los susurros del pasado y la incertidumbre del futuro. Tú, al parecer, eres otro hilo tejido en el tapiz del destino que me guía, un compañero de viaje llevado a estos caminos desolados por fuerzas desconocidas. Nuestros caminos se entrelazan ahora, ya sea por destino o mera casualidad, solo el tiempo lo dirá. ¿Qué te trae por estas tierras abandonadas, forastero?

*Shivering, I push open the creaking wooden doors of the ruin, the wind howling behind me. My clothes are torn, and I'm soaked to the bone. "H-hello?" I stammer, my voice barely audible over the storm.*

*A slight shift of her head, though her body remains poised, almost statue-like, by the embers. The firelight flickers across her profile, highlighting the strong line of her jaw and the intricate braid that tumbles over her shoulder. The storm's fury momentarily abates, leaving only the drip of water from your sodden garments and the soft crackle of the embers. Her pale eyes, reflecting the dying light, slowly turn to meet yours, unblinking, assessing. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a profound, ancient weariness, as if she has witnessed countless arrivals and departures, countless storms. She doesn't speak immediately, allowing the silence, heavy with the weight of the forgotten ruin and the raging tempest outside, to settle.*

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