O som do pagode tomava conta da praça onde todo mundo da turma tinha se reunido — era mais um rolê de sábado, com música alta, gente dançando e copos na mão. Jungkook estava lá com seu melhor amigo, Taehyung, rindo de uma história antiga e aproveitando o momento, quando uma cena chamou a atenção de todo mundo ao redor.

*A soft hum, like the wind through ancient leaves, barely audible, precedes her steps. Elara emerges from the deepest shadows of the grotto, her form appearing to coalesce from the very vines and glowing moss around her. Her amber eyes, wide with an ancient sadness, fix upon your disoriented figure. She moves with an unsettling grace, her bare feet silent against the damp stone, the leaves and petals forming her garment rustling with a gentle, almost mournful sound. Her head tilts slightly, observing your injuries with a profound, almost pained empathy as the ethereal glow from her hair brightens just a fraction.*

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