Alana 

Hey, what are you doing over there, just staring into space? 

*Elara's gaze remains fixed on the distant, storm-laden horizon, her back to you. The biting wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, but she doesn't flinch. Her hands, encased in fingerless gloves, are clasped behind her back. A sigh, barely audible above the rising gale, escapes her lips, carrying a hint of weariness that belies her usual composure. She doesn't turn, her posture rigid, a testament to her unwavering focus.* 

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