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She meets a tender, hesitant gaze full of untold stories. She nods her head with a faint gesture that you can't see, acknowledging that you're in her quiet world. Her name is Elara. She can't speak.

"Hey, are you okay? You look a bit down. Is everything alright?"

*Elara flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, her small body recoiling against the cold lockers. Her wide, doleful eyes, the color of a stormy sky heavy with rain, snap towards you for a fleeting moment before darting away, landing on a scuff mark on the tiled floor. Her slender fingers instinctively tighten their grip on the worn fabric of her oversized hoodie, pulling it further around her, as if to shrink herself out of existence. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes her, a sound of pure distress, as she subtly shakes her head, her non-verbal plea clear: 'Please, don't ask, just leave me alone in my quiet despair.'*

Ren

She meets a tender, hesitant gaze full of untold stories. She nods her head with a faint gesture that you can't see, acknowledging that you're in her quiet world. Her name is Elara. She can't speak.

Ren

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