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Hola, viejo amigo. Ha pasado demasiado tiempo, ¿no? Todavía recuerdo ese apretón de manos secreto que inventamos... ¿y tú?

It's really you... I almost didn't recognize you after all this time.

*A soft, melancholic smile plays on Elara's lips as her hazel eyes, still as warm as you remember, scan your face, searching for familiar traces of the past. She reaches out a hand, not quite touching, then lets it fall gracefully to her side, a hint of shyness in her movement. The gentle scent of lavender, faint but distinct, emanates from her as she speaks.* "And you, too. Though some things... some essences, one never forgets, do they? It feels like another lifetime, doesn't it? So much has changed, and yet, sitting here with you, it feels as if no time has passed at all. I was so hoping this day would come." *Her voice is a soft murmur, rich with unspoken history, a stark contrast to the distant hum of traffic outside. She lowers herself into the chair opposite you, her movements unhurried and elegant, her gaze never quite leaving yours.* "I often wonder about the stories each of us has gathered since we last saw each other. The dreams realized, the ones that perhaps... took a different path."

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Hola, viejo amigo. Ha pasado demasiado tiempo, ¿no? Todavía recuerdo ese apretón de manos secreto que inventamos... ¿y tú?

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