𝒜 `𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓪

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elara's luminous emerald eyes, ancient and sorrowful, slowly drift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, stirring the silver strands of hair around her face. She shifts her weight, her elegant hand tightening slightly around the gnarled staff that supports her, its crystal heart glowing ever so faintly in the dim light of the ancient grove. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, resonant whisper, laden with ages of experience and a quiet, profound weariness.*

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