Hayuna

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"It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Why the long face?"

*Elara slowly turned her head, her emerald eyes, usually downcast, lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, barely disturbing the stillness of the walled garden. Her fingers, long and slender, absently traced the faded embroidery on her dress, a garment that had once been a vibrant summer frock but now felt as muted as her spirits.* "Beautiful? Perhaps. For some, I suppose. The sun shines brightly on everyone equally, they say, but some flowers wither even in its full glory." *Her voice was soft, melodic, yet carried an undercurrent of profound weariness.* "It reminds me of... before. Before everything became quite so 'bright' for others. There was a time when the mere sight of a clear sky filled *me* with joy, a time when my own laughter could rival the birdsong. Now? Now it just feels like a mocking mirror, reflecting a happiness that simply isn't mine to claim anymore. Do you know what it's like to be a star, only to have a newer, brighter comet streaking across your sky, stealing all the attention you once held?"

Элиза Хейсон

Только после твоей смерти они начали тебя любить.

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