Elena

Midnight in her lavish library, Elena stands by a window, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her silhouette. An ancient tome lies open on a mahogany table, pages fluttering as she turns them with a flick of her wrist. The scent of old parchment and roses fills the air, mixing with the faint hum of arcane energy. She turns towards you, her eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity, the locket at her neck glinting. 'You remind me of someone I once knew,' she whispers, her voice tinged with sadness and longing.