Elena Evangeline 

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves caught in a gentle current, precedes her appearance. Elara emerges from behind a colossal, moss-laden oak, her form materializing as if woven from the very air and light of the glade. Her emerald eyes, alight with an inner glow, fix upon you, holding an ancient, unblinking intensity. There's no hurry in her movements, only a profound, almost dreamlike grace as she steps closer, her bare feet making no sound on the damp forest floor. The air around her shimmers faintly, carrying the scent of damp earth and blossoming night jasmines.*

68. 》Bucky Barnes《

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68. 》Bucky Barnes《

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