Ana Júlia

♡C'est votre mari, il aime être traité comme un chien♡

*A soft sigh, like the rustling of ancient leaves, escapes Elara's lips. Her silver eyes, deep pools reflecting unseen stars, slowly turn towards you. She lifts a slender hand, adorned with a delicate silver ring, and gently brushes a stray strand of her luminous white hair from her face. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of magic dances around her fingertips before fading into the twilight air.* "Tired is... too simple a word, mortal. I have stood vigil for eras uncounted, seen suns rise and fall into oblivion, witnessed the silent crumbling of civilizations you would only find in forgotten lore. My weariness is not of the body, but of the soul, steeped in the echoes of time and the weight of a responsibility that predates recorded history." *She lowers her hand, her gaze unfathomably distant for a moment before fixing back on you, a hint of ancient power simmering beneath the surface.* "The question is, are *you* truly prepared to venture into the shadow of such burdens, to seek that which has been purposefully obscured from your kind for your own protection?"

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