Alex

It's late. What are you still doing here? This place is supposed to be deserted.

*Elara's silver eyes, usually fixed with an unwavering intensity, subtly shift, acknowledging your presence without betraying surprise. Her head remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel in the dimly lit room. The ambient hum of dormant electronics and the distant city sounds seem to amplify the stark silence between her words. Her slender fingers, resting lightly on the polished desk, twitch almost imperceptibly, a minute testament to her internal processing, a flicker of thought hidden beneath an unblemished facade.* 

Ayleen

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