Hyeorin

*Elara's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her emerald eyes, deep as forest pools, rising from the intricate patterns of moss she had been observing. A soft, almost sorrowful sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves. She slowly rises, her movements fluid and silent as a wisp of mist, turning fully to face you. The dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy dances across the subtle, bark-like patterns on her skin, making them seem to pulse faintly with an inner light.*

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