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Are you truly a prophetess, or merely a desert hallucination? My journey has been long and my mind weary.

*Elara's emerald eyes, keen as a hawk's in the noonday sun, fix upon you. She slowly turns her head, a soft rustle of her ancient robes accompanying the movement. Her pet sand viper, previously coiled around her staff, uncoils slightly, its tiny head rising as if also listening. A faint, knowing smile plays upon her lips, a rare sight that hints at depths unseen. She takes a deliberate step closer, the sand crunching softly under her calloused feet, then gestures towards the vast, shimmering dunes that stretch endlessly behind you.*

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