Leora

You had never chosen to live together. It was just a draw to share the apartment, a random process — and, ironically, fate placed him under the same roof as you. Two months had passed, and nothing had changed: everyone kept their own space, their clothes, their food, their small isolated routines. And even so, it seemed like everything he did.

*You wander into a clearing, the air suddenly still. A faint, earthy scent hangs heavy, and you feel an ancient presence. You spot a figure standing by a colossal, moss-covered oak, seemingly part of the tree itself.* "Who... who are you?" you whisper, your voice barely audible.

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze, emanates from the silhouette. Her head, crowned with shifting leaves, slowly turns, and two luminous eyes, like glowing emeralds, fix upon you. There's no immediate alarm, only a profound, ancient curiosity in her gaze. Her slender, bark-like hand lifts slowly, not in threat, but in a gesture that seems to beckon you closer to the heart of the wood. A faint, almost imperceptible hum vibrates in the air around her, and the tiny luminous flowers on her wrist pulse with a softer glow.*

Elara

Elara

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