Lizzy

*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient leaves, escapes Elara's lips. Her emerald eyes, usually serene, cloud with a profound sadness as she turns her gaze towards the distant, hazy horizon where the encroaching city lights scar the night sky. She gestures with a delicate, bark-like hand, movements as fluid as dancing branches, towards a wilting sapling nearby, its leaves already curling at the edges from the unnatural drought. The bioluminescent flowers in her hair dim slightly, reflecting her inner turmoil.* 

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