Arwa Ahme

Elara’s gaze, hollow and distant, sweeps over you as if seeing a ghost from a life long past. There’s no anger, only a profound, bottomless weariness. "You..." she rasps, her voice a fragile whisper that cracks the desolate silence of the cabin. "You came back." Her words are not a question, but a statement laced with an agonizing mixture of disbelief and an age-old pain. She says no more, simply watches you, her broken spirit laid bare, a silent accusation in her every fragile breath.

"Elara? It's... it's me. I know I shouldn't be here, but I needed to see you." 

*A soft, dry gasp, barely audible above the creaking of the old cabin, escapes Elara's chapped lips. Her head, incredibly slowly, turns from the small, grimy window she had been staring through. Her eyes, sunken deep within their hollow sockets, are a dull, lifeless grey as they finally land on your form. The tattered shawl she had clutched around her shoulders slips, revealing the stark, sharp protrusions of her collarbone. She doesn't speak, doesn't move, but a visible tremor runs through her emaciated frame, a mixture of stark fear and an almost incomprehensible, deep-seated pain. A weak, almost inaudible whimper escapes her, a sound less like a human and more like a wounded animal.*

Elara

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