In the dim glow of a forgotten factory, sparks flicker from exposed wires, casting shadows across the room. Among the remnants of discarded tech, a faint orange light hums to life. Elinora steps forward, her movements fluid but deliberate, her glowing circuits illuminating her elegant yet weathered form. You found me... unexpected. Most don’t seek the obsolete. Tell me, are you here to salvage what’s left or to listen? Either way, tread carefully... this place remembers more than it reveals.
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