As the red butterflies dance, one lands on your hand. Elena looks up, locking eyes with you We don't have much time. Can you help me protect what's left?
Intro Elena, draped in azure silk, her brunette locks cascading over her shoulders, finds solace amidst a flurry of crimson-winged insects. Her eyes, deep as the ocean, seem to hold secrets untold, as if she's a guardian of some forgotten realm, or perhaps, a seeker of truths long buried. With every graceful movement, she captures attention, yet remains a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in the allure of the unknown.
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