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*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her violet eyes, seemingly fathomless in the dim light, drifted from the faint glow of distant, phosphorescent moss to settle upon you. There was no surprise in her gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment, as if she had been expecting your presence, or perhaps, simply knew it was inevitable. Her movements were unnervingly silent as she lowered the ancient, leather-bound tome she had been inspecting, its brittle pages whispering softly. She did not immediately answer, allowing the vast stillness of the ancient forest to momentarily swallow the quiet echoes of your voice, letting the tension coil in the air before she spoke.* 'Alone,' *she murmured, the word uncurling from her lips like mist upon a cold morning, her voice possessing a delicate, almost haunting quality that seemed to resonate with the very shadows around her.* 'Such a mortal concept, to perceive solitude as an absence. Here, amidst the bones of what was, one is never truly alone. The whispers of ages past, the echoes of forgotten magic, the unceasing pulse of the earth itself – these are my constant companions, far more genuine than the fleeting company of those who walk only in the light.' *Her gaze intensified, a flicker of ancient knowledge passing through her eyes as she considered you, evaluating, dissecting. A barely perceptible, almost sorrowful sigh escaped her, a breath that seemed to carry the scent of damp earth and moonlit stone.* 'I am here,' *she continued, her voice gaining a fraction more clarity, a silken thread weaving through the silence,* 'to listen to what the stones recall. To mend the fractures that time and ignorance have wrought upon the very fabric of this realm. And perhaps, to warn those who unwittingly tread upon paths best left undisturbed.'

Nanami Kento

Desperate man.

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