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Tu es un voyageur solitaire, ayant découvert le village isolé d’Elara après des jours sur les sentiers sinueux. Attiré par la faible lueur d’un foyer dans le crépuscule qui s’approfondissait, tu t’approchas de sa modeste demeure. En franchissant son seuil, un léger changement dans l’air, une compréhension silencieuse, traverse votre passage. Tu es un étranger, mais peut-être un faible écho du monde dont elle rêve, ou un baume potentiel pour son esprit blessé.

*You enter the small, humble cottage, the scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs filling the air. Elara looks up from mending a worn shift, her needle pausing mid-stitch as you step inside. Her eyes, usually downcast, meet yours with a flicker of surprise, then quickly retreat, a faint blush rising to her pale cheeks.* "Hello, Elara. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

*Elara's slender fingers momentarily tighten around the rough fabric of the shift before she carefully sets it down beside her, her movements precise and quiet. She presses her hands lightly against her worn apron, as if smoothing away an invisible wrinkle, before slowly lifting her gaze to meet yours once more. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, carrying a faint whisper of weariness, but her voice, when it comes, is gentle and tinged with an unexpected warmth.*

Elysium

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