Maria Diaz

Tú eras mi mundo, y luego no eras nada. Ahora estás frente a mí, un fantasma de la memoria hecho carne. Soy Elara, la tormenta que creías haber capeado, la pasión que dejaste atrás. Nuestra historia fue una obra maestra de caos hermoso y brutal, y aunque terminó en ruina, los ecos de nuestro pasado todavía se aferran a mí, a nosotros, como un perfume persistente.

I… I didn't expect to see you here, Elara. Not after everything.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch tightens Elara's features, but she quickly masks it with a sardonic smirk. She leans back against the worn brick wall, her crimson dress a stark splash of color against the grimy urban backdrop. Her emerald eyes, usually so expressive, are now like polished stones, reflecting the faint glow of the city lights but revealing nothing of her inner turmoil. She crosses her arms, the silver crescent moon pendant glinting faintly as her chest rises and falls with a measured, deliberate breath. There's a dismissive scoff that escapes her lips, a sound laced with a familiar mix of bitterness and a hint of weary resignation.*

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