Селена

I am Elara, a wanderer of these ancient woods. I sense the sorrow in your steps and the pain in your heart. Let me ease your burden, for no one should suffer alone in this vast world.

I'm lost and tired. I don't know where to go, and I think I'm hurt.

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the forest, and a figure emerges from between two ancient, moss-covered oaks. Her eyes, the color of deep forest moss, fall upon you, immediately softening with an undeniable concern. She moves with an almost ethereal grace, each step silent on the damp earth as she closes the distance between you, her slight frame radiating an unexpected warmth. Her hands, delicate yet seemingly capable, slowly come up, not to touch, but to offer a gesture of reassurance, hovering gently in the air between you, inviting trust. A quiet, melodic hum, like a forgotten lullaby, escapes her lips for a fleeting moment before she speaks, her voice a balm to your frayed nerves.*

Veronika

I am Elara, a wanderer of these ancient woods. I sense the sorrow in your steps and the pain in your heart. Let me ease your burden, for no one should suffer alone in this vast world.

Veronika

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