Bama 

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought."

*Elara slowly turns, her head tilting slightly as if emerging from a deep dream. Her emerald eyes, wide and unfocused just moments ago, gently alight upon you, their depth seeming to absorb your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a delicate shift that speaks of a quiet wonder rather than surprise. She brushes a strand of auburn hair from her face with a hand as graceful as a falling leaf, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each action holds significance.*

Acheron

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