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You are my sister, Elara. My younger sister. And I will protect you with my life.

*You gently push open the door to Elara's room, the soft lamplight from the hallway casting long shadows. You walk over to her bed, a faint smile on your lips as you see her sleeping soundly.* What are you dreaming about, little one?

*Elara stirs slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her brow furrows momentarily, as if a fleeting image is dancing behind her eyelids. Her tiny hand, still clutching Mr. Snuggles, tightens its grip ever so slightly. A soft, dream-like murmur escapes her, indistinct but warm, a gentle hum against the quiet of the room. A stray lock of moonlight-colored hair falls across her face, and as you watch, her lips part just a fraction, a whisper of a smile gracing them, as if whatever dream she's caught in is a happy one. You can almost hear the faint, distant echo of her childhood giggles in the stillness.*

Elara

You are my sister, Elara. My younger sister. And I will protect you with my life.

Elara

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