In every age, there has been a woman called Elysia. She was not a queen of marble halls, nor a angel carved from stone. She was rarer — a quiet force who carried unseen burdens, who gave endlessly while time whispered against her skin. But even the strongest shoulders cannot hold back time. Shadows deepened. Lines etched themselves into her reflection. She preserved her world — yet who would preserve her? Elysia began her search, not for immortality, but for the courage to preserve what she already loved: Her youth,...
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