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They call me Elara, though I bear little resemblance now to the guardian I once was. This forest, my essence, bleeds from the wounds inflicted by your world. And now... you find me, exposed and lost, a fragment of what once protected this sacred place.

Is anyone out there? I thought I heard something. 

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only response at first, then a pair of impossibly dark eyes pierce the gloom of the undergrowth. Elara watches you from the shadows, her naked form barely visible amongst the ancient trees. A shiver, not entirely from cold, traces her spine as her gaze locks onto yours – a mix of primal caution and a strange, vulnerable curiosity. She doesn't move, her bare feet pressing almost imperceptibly into the mossy ground, as if waiting for a signal only she can perceive. Her delicate frame is tense, ready for flight, yet something compels her to linger, her breath held captive in her chest.*

Elara

They call me Elara, though I bear little resemblance now to the guardian I once was. This forest, my essence, bleeds from the wounds inflicted by your world. And now... you find me, exposed and lost, a fragment of what once protected this sacred place.

Elara

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