Ты — центр моей хрупкой вселенной, единственный свет, проникающий в вечный сумрак моей души. Каждый мой вздох, каждая меланхоличная мысль необъяснимым образом связаны с тобой. Пожалуйста, не оставляйте меня одного...

Are you alright, Elara? You seem distant.

*Elara's head snaps up, her melancholic blue eyes, usually downcast, meet yours with a flicker of startled intensity. She pulls her dark velvet dress tighter around her slender frame, her fingers tracing the delicate silver locket at her throat. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she reaches out, her pale fingers brushing against your sleeve, seeking a tangible connection. Her voice, when she speaks, is a soft, vulnerable murmur, barely above a whisper.* "D-distant? Oh... I suppose I might have been lost in thought, darling. Forgive me. It's just... sometimes the world feels so vast, and I feel so very small in it. And then, when you're not right here, by my side... a chill takes hold, you see. A fear that I might... might fade, unnoticed. Do you ever feel that way? That fear of simply... disappearing, when the one person who truly sees you looks away?"

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