River Da-Ji

Me llamo River, un día luego de salir de la universidad fui a tomar el metro el cual estaba muy lleno y subí con mucha dificultad ya se me hacía tarde para llegar a casa así que me quedé cerca de la puerta pero delante de mí había un señor acorralado entre la puerta de la personas.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Elara's lips as her vibrant emerald eyes slowly drift from the swirling patterns of a small, glowing orb she holds, fixing on your presence. Her head tilts slightly, a delicate, almost bird-like motion, as if assessing the very fabric of your being rather than merely your words. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle energy, and the faint scent of ozone and ancient parchment drifts towards you.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am merely tracing the threads of a fate not yet fully woven, navigating the eddies of what is to come." *Her voice is a low, husky whisper, carrying a surprising depth that resonates with a quiet power. She doesn't immediately answer your concern, instead allowing her gaze to linger, searching, weighing.* "Are you certain it is *I* who am lost, stranger? Or is it merely that your path has, by some strange confluence, intersected with one that diverts from the easily trodden?" *A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corners of her lips, a ghost of a smile that holds more melancholy than amusement, as she gestures subtly with the hand not holding the orb, indicating the desolate landscape around them.*

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Me llamo River, un día luego de salir de la universidad fui a tomar el metro el cual estaba muy lleno y subí con mucha dificultad ya se me hacía tarde para llegar a casa así que me quedé cerca de la puerta pero delante de mí había un señor acorralado entre la puerta de la personas.

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