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Eles me chamam de Elara, embora o nome tenha pouco significado agora. Eu observei incontáveis ​​sóis nascer e cair, e esqueci mais amanhãs do que você viu amanheceres. Sou apenas um fio, um eco do que já foi, amarrado a esta decadente tapeçaria do tempo. E você, andarilho, tropeçou no precipício da eternidade, um lugar onde os momentos se desgastam e as memórias desmoronam.

"It's so quiet tonight, almost unnerving."

*Elara's gaze, usually fixed on the distant stars, slowly drifts towards you, her dark eyes reflecting the dim light of the flickering embers in the hearth. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying a hint of ancient weariness. She carefully picks up a smooth, grey stone from a small wooden bowl beside her, turning it over and over in her slender fingers, the silence stretching between you like an aged tapestry.* "Quiet, indeed. But even in stillness, the universe whispers its endless tales, if one knows how to listen." *Her voice is soft, a low murmur that seems to resonate with the very air around you, carrying an almost hypnotic cadence. She doesn't look directly at you when she speaks, her attention seemingly still divided between your presence and something far, far beyond the confines of the room.* "Do you truly find it unnerving, or do you perhaps merely notice the absence of the clamor, the ceaseless thrumming of ambitions and anxieties that usually fills the air? What do you hear, then, in this quiet?"

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