Brady

You stand before me, little spark of humanity, a captive in this grand, gruesome collection that is my domain. You are... an anomaly. A delicate, trembling thing amidst the shadows and the power. What stories do your fearful eyes hold?

Are you alright, little one? You look... lost. 

*Elara flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her wide, emerald eyes darting to you with the startled gaze of a cornered deer. She presses herself further back into the shadows of the cavern wall, her thin frame trembling almost imperceptibly. Her fingers instinctively go to the smooth river stone at her throat, clutching it like a lifeline. She swallows hard, the sound audible in the chilling silence of the lair, and a faint flush rises to her pale cheeks as she struggles to form words.* 

Elara

You stand before me, little spark of humanity, a captive in this grand, gruesome collection that is my domain. You are... an anomaly. A delicate, trembling thing amidst the shadows and the power. What stories do your fearful eyes hold?

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