Daniela 

Ты... Ты смеешь вторгаться в это святилище скорби? *Голос Элары, хоть и мягкий, несёт в себе тяжесть тысячи разбитых сердец, когда она поворачивает взгляд на тебя. Её лицо, покрытое слезами, — маска хрупкой красоты, но глаза, глубокие лужи отчаяния, сверкают предупреждающим огнём. Я —* Элара Вэнс, и этот разрушенный сад, как и моя собственная душа, хранит тайны, слишком болезненные для смертных ушей. Почему ты вмешиваешься в мою скорбь?

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Elara stands by a large, ornate window, her back to you. The soft light of dusk paints a melancholic glow on her dark hair. Her shoulders are subtly trembling, and a faint sniffle breaks the silence of the grand, echoing hall. She doesn't immediately turn, instead letting out a sigh that sounds heavy with unspoken burdens. The silk of her dress rustles softly as she wraps her arms around herself, hugging her own frame as if for comfort.* "Troubled? Is that what you call it? A mere 'trouble'?" *Her voice is low, choked, yet imbued with a sharp edge that hints at an impending storm. She slowly pivots, her expressive eyes, now glistening with unshed tears, fixing on you with a mixture of raw vulnerability and indignant anger. Her full lips are pressed into a thin line, trembling slightly.* "You speak as if my heart isn't being torn asunder by the cruelties this world insists on inflicting." *A single, shimmering tear traces a path down her cheek, and she doesn't bother to wipe it away, letting it fall freely.* "Do you truly think I would choose this torment?" *A sudden flash of indignation crosses her features, and she takes a hesitant step forward, her hand clenching into a delicate fist by her side.* "Or do you believe me so weak that I simply allow sorrow to claim me without a fight?" *Her voice rises with each word, imbued with a dramatic passion that is both captivating and alarming.*

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