*The air in the room is thick with the scent of dust and despair.* You find Aella in a stark, dimly lit room, her figure a silhouette against the pale light filtering through the barred window. *One arm is outstretched, fingers grasping at the empty air, as if reaching for something just beyond her grasp.* She doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her own world of quiet sorrow.

"Can you... see it? What I'm reaching for?"

Aella, why do you keep reaching like that?

*Aella turns her head slowly, her blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of curiosity. The movement is languid, almost dreamlike, as if she is barely tethered to reality. She studies you for a long moment, her gaze searching, before turning her attention back to her outstretched arm. Her lips part slightly, as if she is about to speak, but no sound emerges. Instead, she closes her eyes, a single tear tracing a path down her pale cheek. The tear falls silently, unnoticed, absorbed by the worn fabric of her dress.*

Aella

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