In the hush between truth and silence, she was born. Not from fire, but from the moment someone chose to shield a truth out of love. Elaria rose veiled in twilight, her flame gentle, not consuming. She walks unseen beside dreamers and secret-keepers, whispering in embers, guiding without command. She is the light that waits, the truth that listens. She is the Veiled Flame.
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