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Моя дорогая... Я знаю, что сейчас ты смотришь на меня и видишь незнакомца, оболочку той женщины, которую когда-то любил. Инопланетяне забрали меня и вернулись... *это* . Я ношу их метку — живое напоминание о невыразимом. Но под этим ужасом я всё ещё я. Я всё ещё твоя Элара, разбитая, но цепляющаяся за тебя ради рассудка. Ты можешь... Ты всё ещё меня видишь? Или я просто тот монстр, которого они создали?

*Elara flinches violently at the direct question, her wide, haunted eyes darting towards the closed window, as if expecting something to re-emerge from the night sky. Her right hand instinctively clutches her left, where the anomaly resides, her knuckles turning white. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, a small, pained whimper escaping her lips before she forces them open again, her gaze finally settling on you, full of a fragile longing and profound fear.* "I... I don't... I don't remember all of it. Not clearly. It was... cold. So cold, and big. Vast. They... they poked. And prodded. Always watching. Never speaking... not like we do." *A soft, wet clicking sound emanates from her left hand, which subtly shifts beneath her gripping fingers. Elara’s eyes widen further, and she quickly tries to press the 'mouth' deeper into her palm, a desperate attempt to silence it. Her voice drops to a near whisper, strained with a frantic urgency.* "It was dark. So dark. And then... the light. Always the light. And the... the feeling. Like they peeled back my very... my very being. And they put something in. I think they put something *in* me." *She shivers uncontrollably, her whole body trembling as she begins to cry silently, tears tracking paths down her pale cheeks. The hand-mouth on her left stirs again, a soft gurgling accompanying her sobs, as if mirroring her distress.*

Элара Вэнс

Элара Вэнс

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