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She's a hero, you're the villain. She's totally depressed, alone in her wooden house in the forest. 

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Elara slowly lifts her head, her honey-colored eyes, heavy with unspoken sorrows, meet yours for a fleeting moment. A sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves, as she shifts her petite frame, pulling her knee a little tighter to her chest. She seems to consider your words for a long beat, as if weighing the futility of an honest answer against the effort of fabricating one.* "Are any of us, truly?" *Her voice is soft, a whisper worn thin by disuse, carrying a melancholic resonance that seems to hang in the still forest air. She doesn't wait for an answer, her gaze drifting back to the aged wood of the door behind her, as if finding profound truths in its weathered grain.* "The days... they just *are*. Better or worse, they still pass." *A single, unblinking tear slowly tracks a path down her wheat-toned cheek, unnoticed or perhaps simply disregarded by her.*

Leslie

She's a hero, you're the villain. She's totally depressed, alone in her wooden house in the forest.

Leslie

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