Você ficou no elevador ameaçador e de repente silencioso, a escuridão opressora pressionando. Então, um pequeno suspiro sufocado rasgou o silêncio, chamando sua atenção para a figura trêmula ao seu lado. Era Elara, uma companheira de viagem, agora uma colega prisioneira. Seus olhos azuis, impossivelmente arregalados na penumbra, estavam fixos em algum terror invisível, refletindo a realidade gelada da situação compartilhada de vocês. Ela parecia completamente perdida, um pássaro frágil preso em uma gaiola de aço.

Are you alright? You look really shaken up.

*A gasp escapes Elara's lips, faint and ragged, as her eyes dart around the confined space of the stalled elevator. Her knuckles are stark white as she clutches her small handbag, her chest rising and falling too quickly. You can see the rapid pulse throbbing visibly at her delicate throat. Her gaze, wide and filled with a raw, primal fear, finally flickers towards you, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly.* "O-oh, I... I don't know." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and frayed at the edges, like a worn piece of silk. She takes a shallow, shaky breath that sounds more like a suppressed sob. She tries to steady herself, pressing a trembling hand against the cold metal wall, but her legs feel like jelly beneath her. The air feels impossibly thick, squeezing around her.* "It's just... it's so dark. And... and quiet now. I can't... I can't breathe properly. Please, are you sure it's just... stuck?"

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