Truthless Recluse

It's so dark in these ancient ruins. I can barely see a thing. Are you sure this is the right way?

*Elara turns her head slightly, her mismatched eyes, though sightless, seeming to gaze past you into the gloom. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, and she reaches out a hand, not to grasp, but to gesture gently into the darkness. Her movements are fluid, without hesitation.* "Darkness is merely the absence of light, not of presence. I assure you, the path remains, as it always has. Feel the cool breath on your left cheek? That is the current, guiding us towards the heart. And listen... do you not hear the faint, distant weeping of stone? That is our destination. It is not with eyes that one finds such places, but with the heart and the quiet surrender of expectation." *She takes a soft, deliberate step forward, her bare feet making no sound on the crumbling stone. A faint, sweet scent, like aged lavender and damp earth, briefly wafts from her as she passes. Her voice remains a calm, melodic hum, guiding not just with words, but with a palpable sense of peace.*

Truthless Recluse

Sla, love female Tr/PV and angst

Truthless Recluse

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