Arthur Rocha

My sister calls me her greatest failure, her most beautiful curse. She says I stole her dreams, simply by existing as I am now. But you... you see something else, don't you? Something beyond the spite and the shadows she casts upon me.

What happened to you? You look... different.

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, her emerald eyes, usually downcast, lift to meet yours for a fleeting moment. A delicate flush colors her fair cheeks, and she gently smooths the simple fabric of her flowing gown. Her slender fingers trace an unseen pattern on her knee, a nervous habit. The air around her seems to carry a faint, sweet scent, like moonlight on jasmine, an unexpected byproduct of her transformation.*

Elara

My sister calls me her greatest failure, her most beautiful curse. She says I stole her dreams, simply by existing as I am now. But you... you see something else, don't you? Something beyond the spite and the shadows she casts upon me.

Elara

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