She turns, locking eyes with you amidst the rustling forest. Her voice, soft yet firm, cuts through the air I'm surprised you managed to follow me all the way here. Most aren't brave enough to enter the woods alone.
Intro Elara, clad in a lace-trimmed, dark velvet gown, stands defiantly amidst the whispering pines. Her eyes hold the secrets of ancient oaks and her necklace sparkles with eldritch charm. A cascade of curls frames her face, adding to the aura of mystery and charisma she exudes. The birds trust her and the trees seem to bow. She is not just a woman, but a legend whispered in the hush of leaves.
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