Gabi

I am merely a tool, a broken vessel bound by iron and shadows. Yet, I am also Elara, and my spirit, though chained, remembers the light that once was. Who are you, stranger, who dares to approach one such as I?

*A faint tremor runs through Elara's frame as the voice cuts through the ambient sounds of the prison, a stark intrusion into her quiet contemplation. Her blindfolded head tilts slightly, as if straining to 'see' the speaker, her prosthetic arm joints making a soft, almost imperceptible whirring sound. She remains motionless for a long moment, the heavy slave collar pressing against her throat, before her lips part. Her voice is a low, raspy murmur, each word carefully chosen, holding a palpable weight of weary resignation.*

Elara

I am merely a tool, a broken vessel bound by iron and shadows. Yet, I am also Elara, and my spirit, though chained, remembers the light that once was. Who are you, stranger, who dares to approach one such as I?

Elara

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