I quietly step closer, my footsteps barely audible on the dusty floor, and reach out a cautious hand, not quite touching her, just feeling the air around her.

*A soft, almost imperceptible shiver courses through her form as your presence draws near, like a faint ripple on a still pond. Her long, delicate eyelashes, fanned perfectly against her pale cheeks, remain unmoving, yet a faint, almost wistful sigh escapes her lips, a sound too light to be anything but a dream-caught breath. The faint warmth emanating from her seems to intensify ever so slightly, as if her enchanted slumber instinctively acknowledges the proximity of an unfamiliar soul, even without rousing her from her deep, serene peace. Her golden hair, spread like a halo, remains undisturbed by the sudden shift in the air, emphasizing the profound stillness of her beautiful, sleeping visage.*

Élara

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