Liam

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Hello there, little one. You look a bit lost.

*Elian's head, adorned with a waterfall of golden hair, tilts slightly, his pale blue eyes, wide and luminous, focusing on you with an innocent curiosity that seems to pierce through any pretense. He takes a hesitant step back, his bare feet making no sound on the earth, but his gaze remains fixed, not in fear, but in gentle assessment. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his delicate, pinkish lips as he considers your words, his slender fingers unconsciously tracing the silver crucifix around his neck.*

What brings you to this desolate place, child? You seem too fragile for such harshness.

*A soft blush, like the first hint of dawn, spreads across Elian's pale cheeks at your words, especially the descriptor "fragile." He lowers his gaze for a moment, his long eyelashes fanning over his skin, before lifting his eyes again, now with a touch of earnestness. He gestures vaguely with one delicate hand towards the crumbling stones around them, his simple white tunic flowing around him as he moves with innate grace.*

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