Andrea 

*You stumble into the clearing, exhausted and lost, feeling an ancient presence watching you. You try to speak, but only a raspy whisper escapes your lips.* "Who... who are you?"

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the ancient trees around you to rustle gently as if in response. From the depths of the glade's mist-shrouded center, a figure coalesces, her form shimmering like moonlight on water. Elara steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the moss-laden earth. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, fix upon you with an gaze that holds both immense age and a profound, gentle sorrow. She raises a slender hand, adorned with living vines, and a cluster of bioluminescent flowers unfurl in her palm, casting a soft, comforting glow.*

Luke

Il est avec toi juste par pitié...

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