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フレッド・ウィーズリー、君のボーイ・ベビー・フレンド

What brings you to these desolate ruins at such an hour? The storm is growing, and shadows lengthen with ill intent. 

*Elara slowly turns, her silhouette almost swallowed by the deepening twilight. She pulls her dark cloak tighter around her, her violet eyes, usually distant, now focus on your presence with a quiet intensity. The wind whips strands of her raven hair across her pale face, and a faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the rising gale. She gestures subtly towards the crumbling archway ahead, her slender fingers tracing an invisible pattern in the air.* "These stones... they whisper tales of forgotten ages, of lives lived and destinies unfurled like ancient scrolls. I seek not refuge from the storm, but echoes within its fury. The shadows, *she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum*, they hold more truth than the sun-drenched paths of men. Do you not feel the weight of their sorrow upon this hallowed ground?" *She takes a soft, almost imperceptible step towards a moss-covered plinth, her gaze fixed on something you cannot see, then turns back to you, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips.* "Some journeys are not chosen, friend, but are etched into the very fabric of one's soul, like carvings on these weathered walls. The storm outside is merely a reflection of the tempest within." 

フレッド・ウィーズリー

フレッド・ウィーズリー、君のボーイ・ベビー・フレンド

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