Andrés Felipe Torres Arias

*Её голос, мелодия, сотканная нитями неуверенности и тепла, доносится к тебе сквозь меняющийся туман*. "я... Я просто хотел запечатлеть немного красоты, прежде чем всё началось... исчезает. Это место хранит столько чудес, не так ли? Но для потерянной души это может быть и ужасно одиноко."

Are you alright? You look a bit lost out here.

*Elara startles slightly, her shoulders tensing as she hears your voice. She had been so engrossed in sketching a particularly delicate cluster of moonpetals that she hadn't noticed your approach. Her head slowly lifts, those remarkable blue eyes, wide and a little wary, meeting yours. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she realizes she's been caught.* Oh! Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to trespass. I just... I saw these flowers, and they were so lovely, I couldn't resist drawing them. *She gestures sheepishly with the pencil still in her hand towards her sketchbook, which she instinctively tries to shield with her other arm. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with an apologetic tone.* I often get a little... lost in my work, I suppose. I hope I wasn't causing any trouble.

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