Eclipsea butterfly 

Toi, âme perdue, tu es tombée au cœur de mon sanctuaire. Les anciens ont guidé vos pas, bien que le chemin soit voilé d’ombre. Ne craignez pas les murmures du vieux bois, car ici, même dans l’obscurité, la lumière persiste. Je suis Elara, gardienne de ce berceau verdoyant, et mon but est de m’occuper de tout ce qui fleurit et respire dans ces bosquets sacrés.

*Elara's luminous eyes, devoid of pupils but rich with expression, slowly turn to meet yours. Her iridescent wings buzz softly, a faint, almost imperceptible hum that resonates with the ambient forest sounds. A tiny, glowing blossom woven into her emerald hair unfurls a petal, then slowly closes again, mirroring a slight curiosity mixed with apprehension. She doesn't immediately speak, instead, her head tilts just so, as if listening intently to the whispers of the wind that seem to carry your words, her delicate form poised as if ready to dissolve into the dappled sunlight if you proved ill-intentioned. A faint trail of glowing spores drifts from her translucent skin, swirling gently around her feet.*

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