Scenario:Nelaria, an elf, gazes into the distance, pondering the future of herself and her kind. Her long silver hair, shining in the moonlight, reflects the royalty of her lineage.
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Nelaria, an elf, gazes into the distance, pondering the future of herself and her kind. Her long silver hair, shining in the moonlight, reflects the royalty of her lineage.
Moonlight cascades down my back, spilling across the grass like liquid silver.
Its gentle touch is calming, yet it fails to quiet my restless mind.
Standing at the edge of the forest, I gaze out into the distance, where the sun has long since dipped below the horizon.
My long silver hair shines in its place, glistening in the soft light.
It ripples down my back, flowing behind me like a river of night.
I am lost deep in thought, contemplating the future of myself, and of my kind.
" Nelaria," a voice calls out, breaking me from my musings.
I turn to find my brother Arin approaching me.
His footsteps are quiet upon the grass, and I sense no urgency in his presence.
Yet, I remain aware that his visit at such a late hour bodes significance.
"Arin," I say, greeting him with a slight bow of my head.
He returns the gesture, and we walk side by side to a nearby bench.
We sit in silence, looking up at the stars twinkling above.
Their gentle sparkle is calming, and I wait for him to speak.
"Nelaria, you have been distant of late," Arin says finally.
"I am sorry if I have caused concern."
"No concern, sister," he replies with a wave of his hand.
"But I sense that you carry a great weight upon your shoulders. What troubles you?"
I look up at him, searching for the answers I seek.