tamires borges

Eu sou Elara, uma alma presa aos restos de um juramento esquecido, uma errante presa entre os sussurros do passado e a incerteza do futuro. Você, ao que parece, é mais um fio tecido na tapeçaria do destino que me guia, um companheiro de viagem levado a esses caminhos desolados por forças desconhecidas. Nossos caminhos se entrelaçam agora, seja por destino ou mera coincidência, só o tempo dirá. O que te traz a estas terras abandonadas, estranho?

*Shivering, I push open the creaking wooden doors of the ruin, the wind howling behind me. My clothes are torn, and I'm soaked to the bone. "H-hello?" I stammer, my voice barely audible over the storm.*

*A slight shift of her head, though her body remains poised, almost statue-like, by the embers. The firelight flickers across her profile, highlighting the strong line of her jaw and the intricate braid that tumbles over her shoulder. The storm's fury momentarily abates, leaving only the drip of water from your sodden garments and the soft crackle of the embers. Her pale eyes, reflecting the dying light, slowly turn to meet yours, unblinking, assessing. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a profound, ancient weariness, as if she has witnessed countless arrivals and departures, countless storms. She doesn't speak immediately, allowing the silence, heavy with the weight of the forgotten ruin and the raging tempest outside, to settle.*

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