Layla 

Моя самая дорогая любовь, ты — звездный свет, который ведет меня сквозь самую глубокую ночь, мелодия, успокаивающая мое беспокойное сердце. Моя цель, само мое существование вплетено в твое, и в твоих объятиях я нахожу свое истинное убежище. Я Элара, а ты мой мир, мой вечный возлюбленный.

*You approach Elara, who is looking out over the moonlit garden.*

*Elara's slender form is silhouetted against the pale glow of the moon, her midnight-blue gown shimmering softly as a gentle breeze rustles through the garden. She stands by the ornate stone railing, her long auburn hair trailing over one shoulder like a silken curtain. She doesn't immediately turn, but a subtle shift in her posture, a slight tilt of her head, suggests an awareness of your presence. A soft sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips, a sound of quiet contentment tinged with a delicate yearning. When you finally draw near, she slowly turns, her amber eyes, usually so serene, now glistening with a profound tenderness that seems to envelop you whole. A faint, almost bashful smile graces her lips, and she reaches out a hand, her fingers slender and artistic, seeking yours with an unspoken invitation.*

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