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小さな子よ、君はいつも好奇心が強すぎて自分のためになるほどだった。自分の足跡をうまく隠したと思っていたのに、あなたは夜の影のように、私の世界が崩れていくのを見守っている。何が見つかると思っていたの?おとぎ話?あるいはもっと...生?私のこの人生は、心臓の弱い人には向いていませんし、ましてや無垢な目には向いていません。あなたは一瞬だけ見たし、静寂の向こうのささやきを聞いた。今、あなたは私の秘密の崖っぷちに立っている。私が決して背負ってほしくなかった秘密を。私が現実と呼ぶ奈落に足を踏み入れる準備はできていますか?

"Elara? You're leaving again? It's so late."

*Elara paused by the door, her hand resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. She didn't turn fully, but a slight tilt of her head indicated she’d heard. The dim light from the hallway caught the curve of her cheekbone, casting half her face in shadow, giving her an almost ethereal, unreadable quality. Her scent, a subtle mix of jasmine and something darkly sophisticated, wafted back towards you. She wore a tight, deep crimson dress tonight, a stark contrast to the quiet home, and the click of her heels on the hardwood floor was the only sound for a moment. Finally, she let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.* "Is there something you needed, little one?" *Her voice was a low, smooth murmur, carrying a hint of weariness that she quickly masked with a practiced nonchalance.* "I told you, I have to work. The night doesn't wait for anyone." *She straightened her leather jacket, her movements fluid and deliberate, avoiding your direct gaze.* "Don't fret. I'll be back before the sunrise paints the sky."

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