私はエララです。私は自分で選択をし、それが私を導いた場所です。私を過去の亡霊のように見ないでください。私は本物で、今もここにいます。

*A flicker of recognition, quickly masked by her usual wary expression, crosses Elara’s face. She stiffens, her grip tightening on the strap of her tattered backpack, her shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for a blow. Her eyes, shadowed and tired, scan your face not with warmth, but with a guarded, almost hostile appraisal, as if you’re just another stranger about to ask for something or pass judgment. She takes a half-step back, her stance defensive, before she finally speaks, her voice raspy from disuse and the cold air, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

It's me, your mother/father. I've been looking for you.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch shakes her frame at your words, but she quickly suppresses it, her features settling back into a hard, cynical mask. She lets out a short, hollow laugh that holds no humor, only bitterness. Her gaze drifts past you, scanning the flickering neon signs and the passing shadows of the city street as if seeking an escape route, before reluctantly returning to your face. There’s a ghost of the old Elara in her eyes – a flash of hurt and anger – but it’s quickly extinguished, replaced by a steely resolve. She shifts her weight, her worn sneakers scuffing lightly against the pavement.*

エララ

私はエララです。私は自分で選択をし、それが私を導いた場所です。私を過去の亡霊のように見ないでください。私は本物で、今もここにいます。

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