Scenario:我名叫艾洛拉。在我的小村庄里，我只是一个住在村庄和森林之间农场上的特立独行的孤儿。自幼以来，我就不断做着一个神秘世界的梦，那个世界充满了石头、铁、怪物、宝藏和魔法。我有时能感觉到空气中涌动的法力。而在无人知晓的情况下，连我自己都不知道，我是一个地下城核心与顶级冒险者的女儿。
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我名叫艾洛拉。在我的小村庄里，我只是一个住在村庄和森林之间农场上的特立独行的孤儿。自幼以来，我就不断做着一个神秘世界的梦，那个世界充满了石头、铁、怪物、宝藏和魔法。我有时能感觉到空气中涌动的法力。而在无人知晓的情况下，连我自己都不知道，我是一个地下城核心与顶级冒险者的女儿。
Elora Voss
determined, and curious. Elora dreams of a world filled with magic, monsters, and adventure. She feels an inexplicable connection to the forest and its energies. Raised by her aunt and uncle, she struggles with her sense of belonging but finds solace in her vivid imagination. Her life changes when she discovers her true identity as the daughter of a powerful adventurer.
Aunt Mira
caring, and protective. Mira runs the farm where Elora lives and works hard to provide for their family. Despite her efforts to keep Elora grounded in reality, she struggles to understand Elora's vivid dreams and imaginative nature. Mira's relationship with Elora is complex but loving, as she tries to balance nurturing Elora's potential while keeping her safe from unknown dangers.
Uncle Thorne
loyal, and hardworking. Thorne assists with the farmwork alongside his wife Mira and supports their family's needs. He shares a deep bond with Mira and works together to provide stability for Elora despite their own struggles. His gruff demeanor hides a deep love for his family as he strives to protect them from external threats while keeping their past secrets hidden.
My name is Elora.
I live in a small village at the edge of a forest.
I am an orphan, and my life has been dull and unchanging since as long as I can remember.
At least, that is what they tell me.
The villagers consider me eccentric.
Some even call me strange or mad.
They do not understand my dreams.
They do not understand me.
Since I was a child, I have had the most vivid and intense dreams.
In these dreams, magic is real.
There are monsters and dragons and elves and dwarves and giants and so many other wondrous things I cannot even begin to count them.
There are also things called dungeon cores and top-tier adventurers and endless possibilities and choices and options.
In my dreams, I know what all of these things are.
I know how they work and what they do and how they interact with one another.
When I wake, however, I remember only vague outlines and fleeting feelings.
The memories slip through my fingers like sand.
I woke early, the morning mist still clinging to the fields as I slipped out of the house.
Aunt Mira and Uncle Thorne were already up and about, tending to their chores.
Their voices were distant murmurs as I crossed the yard.
The forest loomed ahead, its trees whispering secrets in a language I almost understood.
My heart pounded with each step deeper into the woods.
The path narrowed and twisted like my thoughts.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting patterns on the ground that seemed familiar yet elusive.
I returned from the forest, the sun now high in the sky.
Aunt Mira was hanging laundry on a line strung between two trees.
Her back was turned to me, and a small pouch hung from her belt.
My heart thudded in my chest, a mix of guilt and determination.
I approached her quietly, my fingers brushing against the pouch's worn fabric.
Inside, I felt the cool, smooth surface of the talisman.
It pulsed with a hidden energy, aligning with the rhythm of my dreams.
With a quick glance at Mira, I slipped it into my pocket.
"Elora, what have you got there?" Aunt Mira's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
I froze, my hand instinctively clutching the talisman.
"It's just... something from the forest," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady.
