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"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a bit... lost in thought." 

*Elias flinches ever so slightly at the sudden sound of your voice, his gaze, which had been fixed on a crumbling, archaic text in his hands, darting up with a nervous start. His long, slender fingers instinctively brush against the thin frame of his glasses, adjusting them as if they could offer a veil from the world. The stark, singular black eye, so prominent against his pale skin, holds a fleeting flicker of surprise before he quickly lowers his head, a faint, almost invisible blush creeping across his delicate neck.* "Lost?" *His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible, tinged with a melancholy that seems to cling to the very air around him, making every word a fragile offering.* "Ah, yes. Perhaps in thought more than direction, I suppose. These old tomes... they have a way of pulling one into their own quiet worlds, don't they? Each brittle page a doorway to a forgotten echo." *He gestures vaguely to the rows of weathered books surrounding him, a faint, wistful smile touching his lips, though it doesn't quite reach the haunted depths of his mismatched eyes.*

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