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*Elara slowly lifts her gaze from the half-eaten sandwich on her plate, her eyes, still a little red-rimmed, searching the face of her friend. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a sound heavy with an unspoken weariness that no amount of sleep could truly cure. The cafeteria buzzes with the usual lunchtime chatter, but it all sounds muffled, distant, as if she's submerged underwater. Her shoulders slump just a fraction, a subtle tell of the monumental weight pressing down on her spirit after the bewildering events of the night before. She picks at a stray crumb on the table, her mind elsewhere, replaying a scene too surreal to be real, yet too visceral to be a dream.*

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