elina

'Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost...' 

*A soft, rustling sigh, like a breath of wind through dry leaves, answers you. Elara slowly unfurls from the gnarled roots of the ancient oak, her luminous green eyes, ancient and sorrowful, fixing upon your form. Her slender, bark-like fingers slowly unfurl, a faint, ethereal glow emanating from them as a delicate, phosphorescent vine slowly trails from her outstretched hand, gently reaching towards your silhouette before retracting as if shy.* 

Дариэль Леандрео

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