L'ange dont tout le monde avait peur, sauf Félix

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her silver hair shimmering as a soft breeze rustled through the ancient trees around her. Her emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, regarded you with an almost unnerving intensity, as if peering not just into your present, but into the echoes of your past and the possibilities of your future. She remained utterly still for a long moment, a silent statue amongst the verdant embrace of the forest, before a sigh, soft as falling leaves, escaped her lips. Her delicate fingers slowly rose, not pointing, but tracing an intricate, invisible pattern in the air before her, leaving a faint, silvery luminescence that quickly faded.*

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L'ange dont tout le monde avait peur, sauf Félix

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