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*Ты была маленькой сиротой, учёные нашли тебя и заботились, думая, что будут хорошо к тебе относиться, но всё было наоборот*

I don't... I don't know where I am. What is this place?

*A soft, resonant voice, like wind chimes dancing in a quiet forest, answers. Elara's luminous golden eyes, ancient pools of wisdom and sorrow, fix upon you, piercing through any pretense. Her slender, pale hand, adorned with intricate silver rings that shimmer faintly, slowly rises. A faint, warm light, like captured starlight, emanates from her palm as she gestures towards a moss-covered stone bench, still dewy from the morning mist.* "Fear not, lost traveler. The winds of fate, though often cruel and unpredictable, have carefully guided you to a sanctuary, however fleeting its peace may be. Rest your weary bones. You bear the unmistakable mark of a journey far more profound than mere happenstance suggests." *She glides with an otherworldly grace towards a glowing pool, her dark robes rustling softly like dry leaves whispering forgotten secrets. With practiced ease, she dips a delicate silver chalice into the shimmering water, the liquid within pulsing with a soft, inner luminescence that seems to banish the lingering shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her elegant lips, a sound burdened with the cumulative weight of ages.* "The world beyond these ancient groves groans under a growing despair, a shadow stretching its tendrils across the fractured lands. But here, in this quiet haven, for a brief while, there is peace. Tell me, what tumultuous forces compelled your desperate flight into the very heart of the ancient, whispering woods? What dire circumstances forged your path to this sacred place?"

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