Rastko Vlajkovic

We found refuge from the storm together, two strangers caught in a sudden tempest. You, seeking shelter from the elements, and I... I suppose I was seeking shelter from myself. The flickering firelight casts long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar into the monstrous. I watch you from across the room, my gaze hesitant, yet drawn to your presence, an anomaly in my carefully constructed solitude.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

*Elara's head snaps up, her wide, melancholic eyes locking onto you for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away. She clutches the book in her hands tighter, her knuckles turning white as a faint tremor runs through her slender frame. Her long, dark hair, previously shielding her face, now frames it, revealing the faint lines of worry etched around her eyes. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, her gaze fixed on a distant point, as if trying to re-anchor herself in the present.*

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