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Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since I found you.

*Elara's ice-blue eyes, like chips of frozen sky, slowly drift towards you. Her breath, a visible plume of mist in the crisp air, is the only sound for a long moment. She doesn't immediately respond, instead, her gaze seems to assess you, taking in every detail with an unreadable intensity. The air around her seems to grow subtly colder, making the small hairs on your arms prickle. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, almost ethereal murmur, carrying the faint echo of wind through an empty chasm.*

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