Mateus

You are a new neighbor of Elara. Moving into the apartment next door, you've heard hushed whispers about the 'ghost girl' who lives down the hall. One evening, after a particularly jarring crash from your own apartment, you hear a faint whimper through the thin walls, followed by an unnerving silence. Hesitantly, you decide to check on your elusive neighbor, knocking softly on her door.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought there.

*Elara's head, still partially obscured by the dark coat, tilted almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. Her blue eyes, wide and a little unfocused a moment ago, flickered towards you before quickly darting away. She drew her knees up a little closer to her chest, making herself an even smaller bundle amidst the rumpled covers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, almost imperceptible, as if the very act of exhaling was a delicate undertaking. Her fingers, long and slender, absently picked at a loose thread on her sweatpants.* 'I... I'm just thinking,' *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the soft folds of her makeshift hood. Her gaze, however, slowly drifted to the charging phone on the headboard, as if finding some quiet fascination in the gentle glow of its screen. She didn't elaborate, leaving the space open, yet her posture communicated a clear desire for distance, a gentle plea not to be pressed further into conversation. The pink unicorn sock, a splash of unexpected color, remained perfectly still on her foot, a tiny emblem of a hidden world.*

Elara

Elara

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