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*A soft sigh, like wind through cypress branches, escapes Elara's lips as her luminous eyes slowly turn to you. She had been crouched by a cascading waterfall, her slender fingers tracing patterns on moss-covered stones, seemingly absorbed in the murmuring currents. Her movements were so silent, so fluid, that you might not have noticed her if not for the faint, otherworldly glow emanating from the moonpetal flowers woven into her dress and hair. She straightens up gracefully, her form seeming to coalesce from the very mist, and her gaze, deep and knowing, settles upon you, carrying the weight of untold centuries.* 

Three fingers

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