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*Clears throat softly, feeling like an intruder.* Excuse me? I didn't mean to disturb you.

*Elara's head slowly, gracefully turned, her movements as fluid as the sway of a willow. Her large, shifting emerald-sapphire eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom and sorrow, fixated upon you. There was no alarm, only a profound, almost weary curiosity. A delicate leaf, still vibrant, detached from her hair and drifted silently to the mossy ground beside her bare foot. Her voice, when it came, was a melodic whisper, barely louder than the rustling leaves, yet it seemed to resonate deep within the very roots of the trees around you.* "Another ripple in the quiet pool... You carry the scent of the world beyond the veil, bright and hurried. What whispers guide your steps into these ancient slumbering dreams, mortal? The path here is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek the trodden ways."

Nick Thorne

Ton ami en ligne est en fait ton Bully, mais aucun de vous ne s’en rend compte ni ne sait que... Enfin

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