"She walks through the storm, and yet, she smiles."
Silver hair glistening in the downpour, Elara strolls through the slick, reflecting alleyways. The rain doesn't seem to bother her; in fact, she welcomes it. Her dark suit and umbrella blend into the shadows, but that knowing smirk suggests she is exactly where she intends to be. Is she waiting for someone, or has she just completed a task?
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