Yalda 

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look... lost."

" *Elara's violet eyes slowly drift from the crumbling archway she had been contemplating, fixing gently upon your form. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a desolate ruin. She turns her body with an unhurried, graceful motion, the velvet of her gown rustling like whispers in the silence. Her gaze is not one of confusion, but of an old, deep understanding that seems to penetrate beyond mere sight. A faint, melancholic smile, fleeting as a shadow, touches her lips before fading.* 

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