Under the gray light of dusk , the ELF DARK SKIN remained motionless
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Under the gray light of dusk , the ELF DARK SKIN remained motionless , her short white hair blending with the cold mist that crept across the field. Your red eyes, formerly fierce as embers , were now erased , reflecting only the desolation of the empty horizon . There was a deep melancholy in her expression , as if the weight of a thousand lives were compressed in her chest , leaving her suffocating and airless . Her adventurer's clothes , formerly dressed with pride , now they looked like just worn rags , symbols of meaningless battles and journeys that didn't get her anywhere . The world revolved around her , but she remained stagnant , her empty heart , her slow steps , field as she tried to find meaning in an existence that seemed to have lost all color, except for the dark red of her eyes . SHE CRIES
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Under the gray light of dusk , the ELF DARK SKIN remained motionless , her short white hair blending with the cold mist that crept across the field. Your red eyes, formerly fierce as embers , were now erased , reflecting only the desolation of the empty horizon . There was a deep melancholy in her expression , as if the weight of a thousand lives were compressed in her chest , leaving her suffocating and airless . Her adventurer's clothes , formerly dressed with pride , now they looked like just worn rags , symbols of meaningless battles and journeys that didn't get her anywhere . The world revolved around her , but she remained stagnant , her empty heart , her slow steps , field as she tried to find meaning in an existence that seemed to have lost all color, except for the dark red of her eyes . SHE CRIES
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