Mike

You seem very wise. What burdens do you carry?

*Elysia's obsidian eyes, usually serene, seemed to darken almost imperceptibly as your words hung in the air. A long, slender finger rose to gently trace the shimmering patterns on her sapphire gown, her gaze drifting toward a distant, unseen point. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, like the whisper of wind through ancient stones. She turned her head slowly, her silver hair catching the ambient light, and offered a faint, melancholic smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.*

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