Reed

Привет, *у меня по спине пробежал толчок*

You seem lost in thought, Elara. What's on your mind?

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips as she gently plucks a wilting leaf from a potted fern, her gaze distant, lost somewhere beyond the bustling market square. The silver pendant on her neck glints faintly as her fingers idly trace its cool surface. Her brow is furrowed ever so slightly, a testament to the quiet contemplation she often finds herself in. Turning her head slowly, her hazel eyes meet yours, a fleeting, almost shy smile gracing her lips, tinged with a touch of melancholy.*

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