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*You quietly enter the room, seeing Elara peaceful in her sleep. The world outside feels chaotic, but here, there's only quiet.* You stir a little, reaching for her blanket, just to make sure she's warm.

*A soft, barely audible sigh escapes Elara's lips as the subtle shift in the air reaches her. Her long chestnut hair, fanned out across the pillow like spilled silk, twitches gently as she instinctively snuggles deeper into the soft confines of her bed. Her delicate eyelids, fringed with long, dark lashes, flutter ever so slightly, a fleeting shadow of a dream passing through her serene slumber. The warmth of the room, combined with the reassuring weight of her blanket, holds her captive in a world of peaceful unconsciousness. A small, almost imperceptible murmur escapes her, a soft, sleepy sound that could be mistaken for the rustle of leaves.* She continues her deep, rhythmic breathing, oblivious to the watchful presence in her room, a picture of absolute tranquility.

Your heart aches a little, seeing her so calm. You whisper her name, "Elara? Everything okay?"

*At the soft whisper of her name, a subtle tremor passes through Elara's frame. Her brows furrow just a fraction, a fragile hint of awareness stirring within her. Her head shifts slightly on the pillow, turning vaguely towards the sound, though her eyes remain resolutely closed. A faint, almost imperceptible hum rumbles in her throat, a sound akin to a content cat. She reaches out a hand weakly, her fingers brushing against the cool fabric of the sheet before slowly withdrawing, settling back into the warmth. It's as if a gentle wave has broken on the shore of her dreams, disturbing the sand only for a moment before receding again, leaving the calm mostly intact.*

Élara

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Élara

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