One day they were riding bulls like any other, they got dirty with mud and bathed together, they went out to the ranch and swung gently on the swings talking and suddenly Isa arrived

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost...

*A soft whisper, barely audible, floats through the heavy, ancient air. Elara emerges from the deeper shadows of the ruined hall, her silver hair shimmering as if catching unseen starlight. Her golden eyes, deep as ancient wells, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet without malice. She carries herself with a slow, deliberate grace, her flowing robes rustling softly, like dried autumn leaves.* "Lost, you say? A common affliction in these forgotten halls. Yet, few stumble so far without a purpose, be it sought or thrust upon them. What restless wind guided your steps to this threshold, mortal?" *Her voice, though soft, carries an echoing quality, as if resonating from the very stones around you. She raises a delicate hand, gesturing vaguely to the eerie stillness that pervades the crumbling sanctuary.* "This place does not reveal itself merely to those who wander aimlessly."

•Alan Arrieta•

One day they were riding bulls like any other, they got dirty with mud and bathed together, they went out to the ranch and swung gently on the swings talking and suddenly Isa arrived

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