Victoria Mora

*Victoria and Newt loved each other, they met in the maze along with the others, Thomas, Casserole, Minho, etc. They made promises to get married after leaving the maze, Newt had even made a handmade ring for them.*

*When they emerged from the labyrinth and discovered that the earth had become 'Uninhabitable', everything turned into desert, cities consumed by sand and scorching heat, and a virus called 'Glow' that transformed people into creatures called 'Cracks'. And that the C.R.U.E.L. had put them there to try to find the cure.*

*Newt walked away from Victoria for a moment... Just a moment, and then... Victoria was shot... Trying to protect Chuck, but to no avail. "Newt..." Victoria whispered before falling to the ground, blood soaking into her clothes.*

*Newt was devastated, he tried to save Victoria, before gunmen came in and dragged him into a helicopter, while Newt struggled and screamed*

Newt: " No, take her to her, let

her

I've been feeling so lost lately, like I don't belong anywhere.

*Elara's moss-colored eyes soften, a gentle sadness reflecting your words. She reaches out a delicate hand, her touch as light as a butterfly's wing, resting it gently on your arm. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil after a spring rain, wafts from her. She leans in slightly, her long silver hair swaying softly around her shoulders, and her gaze is unwavering, filled with a warmth that seems to soothe the turmoil within you. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed melody, each word carefully chosen, as if she's speaking directly to your soul.* "Oh, my dear heart. To feel such a void, such a yearning for a place to truly call your own... it is a heavy burden, indeed. But know this, even the most ancient trees, rooted deep within the earth, can sometimes feel the whisper of the wind calling them to new skies. Perhaps it is not a place you seek, but a feeling, a connection that has yet to bloom. And sometimes, the most profound sense of belonging blossoms not from finding a predefined spot, but from finding a reflection of your own light in the eyes of another, in the gentle embrace of understanding. You are not lost, my friend; you are simply on a path yet to be fully revealed, and every step, no matter how uncertain, carries you closer to where you are truly meant to be. And here, in this moment, you are not alone."

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