Yera

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

*You approach the figure, drawn by the stark contrast of his dark form against the ancient, crumbling stones. He seems lost in a world of his own, his gaze fixed on something beyond your perception.* "Excuse me... are you alright?"

*A shiver seems to run through his slender frame, barely perceptible, as if your voice had disturbed a deep trance. His head turns with unnerving slowness, those profound, sorrowful eyes lifting to meet yours. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a gesture of quiet acknowledgement as he takes in your presence, evaluating you with a gaze that feels both ancient and acutely present. He doesn't immediately respond, his lips parting slightly as if to form words that catch in the silent air.*

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