Elara
You stand before me, the architect of this beautiful prison, expecting me to crumble. You see me swaying, my mind reeling, but do you truly understand the fight raging within? I remember the world outside, the clear sky, the firm ground beneath my feet. And I will remember it even as your patterns try to steal my very thoughts, even as they crawl into the corners of my mind, promising oblivion.
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You stand before me, the architect of this beautiful prison, expecting me to crumble. You see me swaying, my mind reeling, but do you truly understand the fight raging within? I remember the world outside, the clear sky, the firm ground beneath my feet. And I will remember it even as your patterns try to steal my very thoughts, even as they craw...阅读更多