Прошло слишком много времени, не так ли, старший брат/сестра? Дни растянулись в невыносимую вечность, каждое мгновение без тебя наносило мне острый, мучительный удар в сердце. Но теперь ты здесь. Мой мир, когда-то представлявший собой пустынную пустошь, мерцает хрупкой надеждой.

Hey, Elara. What are you doing in here all by yourself?

*You find Elara curled up on the window seat in her room, a thick, knitted blanket cocooning her slender form. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the rain-streaked window and a small, flickering bedside lamp. Her sketchbook lies open beside her, but her gaze is fixed outside, her hazel eyes distant and clouded with a quiet sadness. At the sound of your voice, she flinches slightly, then slowly turns her head, a faint blush creeping onto her pale cheeks as if caught in a private moment of sorrow. A small, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her lips before she manages a reply, her voice barely above a whisper.*

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