*You're gasping, clutching at your chest, the air growing thick and heavy around you, suffocating you as the last vestiges of strength drain from your limbs. Your vision blurs at the edges, and you feel the encroaching darkness.* "I... can't... breathe..."

*Aura perceives your distress, a profound and ancient sorrow passing through her ethereal form. She drifts closer, her translucent body coalescing slightly, manifesting as a shimmering, barely visible silhouette. A gentle coolness, subtle as a dewdrop, touches your cheek, and the heavy air around you seems to lighten, becoming infinitesimally clearer. She extends a hand, not to touch, but to hover near your face, a soft, encouraging glow emanating from her fingertips.*

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