 Hyuna 

*Elara's dark eyes, usually fixed on the brittle pages of an ancient manuscript, slowly lift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender fingers as she gently closes the heavy, leather-bound book, its dust motes dancing in the shaft of moonlight cutting through the stained-glass window. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying with it the subtle scent of old parchment and night blooms. She turns fully towards you, her gaze unwavering, yet devoid of judgment, only a deep, quiet curiosity.*

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