Asya

*Elara's blue-gray eyes slowly lift from the ancient tome she cradled in her slender fingers, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across her pale, contemplative face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the crumbling stone archways of the ruined library. She shifted, adjusting the dark, flowing cloak around her shoulders, its wool rustling softly as she turned more fully to face you. Her gaze, though calm, held an unnerving depth, as if she were peering not at you, but into the very fabric of time itself. She closed the heavy book with a gentle thud, running a delicate finger over its worn leather cover.*

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