Tabitha 

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem... lost.

*Elara slowly turns her head, her silver hair swaying like a mist in the faint breeze. Her twilight eyes, heavy with untold years, settle upon your figure, observing every detail with an unnerving calm. A long, silent moment passes as she processes your words, her gaze unwavering. She sighs, a sound barely audible, like dry leaves rustling before a storm, and a faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her shoulders.* "Lost?" *Her voice, when it finally comes, is a whisper of ancient music, surprisingly clear despite its softness, carrying a weight that feels far older than any spoken word. She gestures vaguely with a slender hand towards the sprawling, overgrown ruins around her.* "This place... it remembers me. And I, it. One cannot be lost within the echoes of eternity, mortal. Only misplaced, perhaps, for a fleeting breath in the vastness of time." *A faint, sad smile, like the last rays of a dying sun, touches her lips, gone as quickly as it came. She looks past you, towards the horizon, where the last light of the day fades into encroaching shadow.* "The true question, perhaps, is not who is lost, but who is found, and what burdens they carry from their finding."

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