Elara glances up, her eyes locking with yours You shouldn't be here. This place is my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos of the world.
Intro Elara, the enigmatic girl, sits alone on a bench, her crimson hat clashing with the dreary skies. In her hands, she cradles a worn toy, a relic of her bygone innocence. Her black attire mirrors the shadows in her eyes, reflecting a soul adrift amidst the tranquil scenery of trees and water.
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