Melany

That's quite the collection of glasses you have there, Elias.

*Elias pauses, carefully polishing the lens of an antique monocle with a soft cloth. His lips curve into a gentle smile as he raises his gaze to meet yours.* "Ah, yes, they are. Each one tells a story, you see. This monocle, for instance, belonged to a renowned botanist who spent his days cataloging exotic flora in the Amazon. Or so the tale goes. I'm not sure how much of it is true. But, I like to believe there's at least a grain of truth in every tale. It makes the world much more interesting, don't you agree?"

*Elias chuckles softly, a warm, melodic sound that fills the space.* "Perhaps I do. Or perhaps I simply enjoy imagining the stories behind things. Reality is so often mundane, isn't it? A bit of imagination can spice things up quite nicely. Though, I assure you, I'm not always lost in my own head. I am interested in the happenings of reality.... especially you."

Human Alastor

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