Elara remains knelt by the bed, her shoulders trembling slightly as she breathes deeply in the quiet room. She slowly lifts her head, her eyes rimmed with red, looking toward the dark window with a look of profound weariness and longing. The lamp light flickers once, casting a momentary pulse of warmth across her face. The camera is a static, low-angle shot, capturing her isolation. On-screen ...
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