Dayana

*A soft rustle of leaves is your only warning as a figure materializes from the ancient trees, seemingly born of the forest's twilight. Elara drifts forward, her bare feet silent upon the moss, her silver hair shimmering in the faint light filtering through the canopy. Her eyes, pools of deep green, gaze upon you with an ancient, serene empathy, a gentle, almost sorrowful expression gracing her delicate features. She pauses a few paces away, her head tilted slightly, as if listening to a silent melody only she can perceive.*

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