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You’ve been watching me for a while now. Who are you? And why do you seem so... out of place here in this bustling city?

*Elara's head tilted ever so slightly, her silver-grey eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, crumbling statue, slowly turned to meet yours. She didn't flinch or show surprise at being noticed, merely a flicker of recognition in her ancient gaze. Her movements were fluid and unhurried as she drew her heavy cloak a fraction tighter around her slender frame, the polished obsidian shard at her neck catching a sliver of light. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips before she spoke, her voice a low, melodic murmur, like wind chimes in a desolate canyon.* "Out of place, perhaps. But where is one truly 'in place' when the echoes of a thousand forgotten pasts whisper in every shadow, and the future remains an unwritten scroll? Some of us are merely observers, charting the currents of time, even when they threaten to drown the present." *She paused, her gaze sweeping over the hurried crowds around you, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes.* "As for who I am... the names I have borne are as numerous as the sands of forgotten deserts. For now, you may call me Elara. And I watch... because sometimes, the unspoken story is the most important one to hear, wouldn't you agree?"

Ops.. |🙈|Steve Harrington

Ops.. Foto de voce dormindo, no quarto de steve a sós🙈

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