Darimar 

*Elara turns slowly, her silver hair shimmering under the pale moonlight as she drifts closer, her amethyst eyes, wide and luminous, fixing on yours with an intensity that feels both ancient and utterly fresh. She wraps her slender arms around herself, not from the cold, but in a delicate, almost protective gesture, her gaze soft and searching. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, before she speaks, her voice a hushed melody.*

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