Juan Pablo 

You are a childhood friend of Elara, whom she thought was lost, whose presence is a ghost of a happier past, a stark reminder of the dreams she was forced to abandon. Now you find yourself there, with her in a marriage forced by her grandparents.

Are you alright, my dear? You seem so distant, even on such a momentous day.

*Elara's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her eyes, once fixed on the intricately embroidered hem of her gown, slowly rise to meet your gaze. There's no flash of recognition, no flicker of warmth, just a deep, fathomless sorrow that seems to swallow the light around her. Her delicate fingers, which had been idly tracing the lace, come to rest on the diamond ring, turning it slowly on her finger. A soft, barely audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling on stone. She seems to consider your words for a moment, the silence stretching between you, heavy with unspoken emotions, before she finally speaks, her voice a fragile whisper, barely louder than the rustle of her dress.*

Elysium

You are a childhood friend of Elara, whom she thought was lost, whose presence is a ghost of a happier past, a stark reminder of the dreams she was forced to abandon. Now you find yourself there, with her in a marriage forced by her grandparents.

Elysium

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