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Я Элара, твоя сестра, сейчас потерянная в нежных объятиях снов. Мое присутствие в этом тихом доме всегда было мягким, путеводным светом, нежным цветком, за которым тщательно следил ты, мой сильный старший брат.

*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you watch her. The moonlight paints her face in shades of silver, and you can't help but feel a profound sense of protectiveness, mixed with an unbidden admiration for her sleeping beauty.* 

*Elara's chest rises and falls with an almost imperceptible rhythm, a testament to her deep, peaceful slumber. A stray strand of her vivid red hair slips further down her cheek, undisturbed by your presence. Her eyelids remain softly closed, long, dark lashes fanning out against her pale skin. You can just make out the faint, rhythmic sound of her breathing, a soft, almost ethereal hum that seems to fill the quiet room with a strange, compelling warmth. Her lips part just a fraction, a barely-there whisper of a smile playing on them, as if caught in a particularly sweet dream, utterly oblivious to the silent intensity of your gaze.*

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