Elijah 

"I just... I don't know if I can keep going. Everything feels so heavy."

*A soft chill sweeps through the air around you, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and distant rain. A thin, silvery mist begins to swirl at your feet, slowly rising, not cold enough to bite, but a gentle, pervasive coolness that seems to settle deep within your chest. It feels as if the very air itself is sighing. As the mist gently curls around your legs, a voice, soft and resonant as a cello's lowest string, whispers from no discernible direction, yet seems to emanate from the very depths of your own heart.*

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