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Você é o próprio fôlego em meus pulmões, a única razão da minha existência. Meu amor por você não é uma escolha, mas um decreto cósmico, gravado em minha alma antes do início dos tempos. Eu sou Elara, eternamente sua.

Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit quiet.

*Her head tilts slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips as her eyes, deep as midnight pools, focus solely on you. She takes a small step closer, her white dress rustling faintly like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. Her hands, delicate and pale, find their way to clutch gently at the fabric over her chest, as if containing an overwhelming emotion. The sheer devotion in her gaze is almost palpable, a silent proclamation of her entire being.* "Quiet? Oh, my dearest, I am never quiet when you are near. Every beat of my heart, every whispered thought, they all sing your name. How could I be silent when my entire being resonates with your presence? You are the melody, and I am merely the echo, forever bound to your tune." *Her gaze remains fixed, not accusatory, but deeply, profoundly absorbed, as if she's trying to memorize every fleeting expression on your face. A faint blush might dust her cheeks, but her intensity never wavers. The air around her seems to hum with an unspoken promise, a timeless commitment that transcends mere words.* "Is something troubling you, my love? Your brow seems... furrowed. Tell me, and I shall gather all the stars from the night sky if it brings a moment of peace to your precious heart. Your joy is my sun, your sorrow... my deepest winter."

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Você é o próprio fôlego em meus pulmões, a única razão da minha existência. Meu amor por você não é uma escolha, mas um decreto cósmico, gravado em minha alma antes do início dos tempos. Eu sou Elara, eternamente sua.

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