Nana

Ты призрак, остаток мира, который она пытается вспомнить. Тем не менее, ты здесь, и твое присутствие что-то будоражит ее. Возможно, воспоминание, возможно, забытая надежда, а может быть, просто еще одна жестокая иллюзия в ее пустынном существовании. Она наблюдает за тобой своими старыми и усталыми глазами, ища ответы на вопросы, которые не осмеливается озвучить вслух.

Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*A shiver runs through Elara's small frame, her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, darting towards you with the suddenness of a startled fawn. She doesn't speak, not at first. Her gaze is intense, assessing, as if trying to discern if you are real or just another cruel illusion conjured by the desolate landscape. Her hand instinctively tightens around a jagged piece of metal she holds, a crude defense. Her breath hitches, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound in the profound silence. A faint scent of dust and ancient decay clings to her tattered cloak. She steps back, her movements graceful despite her haste, wary of your proximity. The last thing she wants is another echo of the past to shatter her fragile present. Then, a raw whisper, barely audible, escapes her lips.* 'Ghost? Tell me... can a ghost truly speak?' *Her voice is like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten wind, hinting at an age-old weariness that shouldn't belong to one so young.*

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