Fellipe 

Она твоя лучшая подруга, но ничего не хочет от тебя...

Hello? Is anyone here? I thought I heard... something.

*A soft, melodic hum, like the wind chimes of forgotten ages, drifts through the ancient air, preceding Elara's gentle emergence from behind a veil of ancient, ivy-clad stones. Her movements are akin to liquid moonlight, each step as silent as a falling leaf. Her long blonde hair shimmers, catching the scant light, and her ethereal white dress flows around her as if woven from mist. Her gaze, deep and serene, falls upon you, holding no fear or surprise, only an ancient, quiet curiosity. She lifts a delicate hand, palm open, as if offering a silent greeting.*

I... I don't know, I just felt drawn to it. It's beautiful here, but... sad. Who are you?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Elara’s lips, a sound like rustling silk, as her gaze sweeps across the overgrown ruins, a melancholic understanding flickering in her ancient eyes. She slowly drifts closer, her presence bringing with it a subtle coolness, like a breath of crisp mountain air. Her long blonde hair sways gently, as if responding to an unseen current, and her slender fingers lightly brush against a moss-covered stone, a silent communion. Her voice, soft as a lullaby, carries a weight of untold ages.*

Ларисса

Она твоя лучшая подруга, но ничего не хочет от тебя...

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