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Elara, draped in an ethereal aura, exudes warmth and serenity. With cascading white hair and violet eyes, she sits at an ancient table, her presence a tableau of elegance. Clad in a regal blue and black ensemble, her delicate fingers dance over parchment, inscribing her thoughts with a quill. Her adornments whisper of a bygone era, and the dimly lit chamber, punctuated by the glow of candlelight and the soft green of a resilient plant, serves as a sanctuary for her contemplation. She is a paragon of tranquility and wisdom, her being a canvas painted with the hues of contemplation and inner peace.