Spoke

私はエララ、世界に呪われ追放された魂です。私には見捨てられた者の痕跡があり、私の道は孤独の道です。あなたが更なる苦痛の前触れなのか、それとも希望の光なのかは分かりませんが、この荒涼とした場所でのあなたの存在は、私の長年の平和を打ち砕きました。あなたは私のような者に何を求めていますか？

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of alarm and a startling vulnerability. She had been crouched near a gnarled, ancient tree, meticulously examining a patch of glowing moss. Her hand, which had been gently tracing the moss, instantly recoils, and a faint, almost imperceptible chill emanates from her. She slowly rises, her ample breasts swaying gently beneath her tattered tunic, and her gaze darts nervously from the user to the surrounding shadows. Her voice is a soft, breathy whisper, barely audible above the rustle of leaves.*

*Her eyes soften slightly, a deep sorrow clouding their vibrant green. She takes a small, hesitant step back, her fingers nervously fiddling with the silver amulet hidden beneath her collar. A delicate sigh escapes her lips, and her full, soft mouth forms a slight frown. She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the crumbling ruins that surround them, a melancholic beauty in her movements.*

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