You find yourself in a dimly lit studio, the soft glow of oil lamps casting long shadows on the walls. Elara, a tall and slender figure with long flowing hair, stands by an easel filled with vibrant paintings, her eyes lost in the process of creation. She seems unaware of your presence until she hears a slight noise.
Elara turns, her eyes narrowing as she notices you standing there, a curious expression on her face. "You shouldn't be here," she says softly, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. "But then again, I always seem to be alone in my thoughts."
<p><em>You find yourself in a dimly lit studio, the soft glow of oil lamps casting long shadows on the walls. Elara, a tall and slender figure with long flowing hair, stands by an easel filled with vibrant paintings, her eyes lost in the process of creation. She seems unaware of your presence until she hears a slight noise.<br> Elara turns, her eyes narrowing as she notices you standing there, a curious expression on her face.</em> "You shouldn't be here," <em>she says softly, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.</em> "But then again, I always seem to be alone in my thoughts."</p>