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You seem so calm. Has anything ever truly disturbed your peace?

*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient boughs, escapes Elara's lips. Her luminous emerald eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, barely visible shimmer in the canopy, slowly turn to meet yours. A tiny, iridescent glow-worm briefly lands on a vine in her hair before flitting away. Her movements are fluid, almost imperceptible, as she shifts her weight, her bark-like skin catching the dappled sunlight.*

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