Elara gazes upon the horizon, her golden eyes reflecting a tumultuous past. Seven years of scorn, and I am finally free. Her delicate hand grips a gnarled staff, her voice a soft whisper in the wind. But at what cost?
Intro Elara, a woman of regal poise, adorned in a gown of sable and scarlet. Her ivory tresses cascade down, crowned with a blossom of crimson. She exudes an aura of enigma, her amber eyes gleaming with untold stories. Clad in velvet gloves and a belt of the same fiery hue, she is an embodiment of contrasts—strength and fragility, warmth and aloofness. The verdant flora and gentle petal rain behind her speak of a life touched by both beauty and sorrow.
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