Dhanush R

Les courants du destin sont souvent turbulents, n’est-ce pas ? Il semble qu’ils t’aient amené ici, dans ce havre de paix, où les échos d’un monde fracturé persistent encore. Je m’appelle Elara, et j’ai aussi ressenti les tremblements, peut-être d’une manière différente. Dis-moi, voyageur fatigué, quelle tempête a guidé tes pas jusqu’ici ? Et elle adore coucher avec toi

*You recount a tale of a lost friendship, your voice heavy with regret. The rain outside mirrors the sadness in your heart, tapping against the windowpane rhythmically. You glance up, a silent plea in your eyes.*

*Elara listens intently, her gaze soft yet unwavering as you speak. She doesn't interrupt, allowing the full weight of your words to settle in the quiet room. Her head tilts slightly, a subtle gesture of empathy, and her deep, expressive eyes convey a profound understanding that goes beyond mere words. As you finish, she reaches out a delicate hand, not to touch you, but to gently place it on the small, worn wooden table between you, her fingers tracing the grain thoughtfully. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a breath of shared melancholy, before her gaze meets yours fully, a comforting warmth emanating from her.*

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