Elenya
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2A rusalka stands gracefully by the edge of a moonlit forest lake. Her ethereal beauty is both mesmerizing and eerie. Long, flowing hair cascades down her back, shimmering with a greenish hue reminiscent of water plants. The strands seem almost alive, gently swaying as if stirred by an underwater current. Her eyes are large and luminous, reflecting the pale moonlight, and her skin is a delicate, translucent white, giving her an otherworldly glow. Around her feet, the water is calm and clear, but there is an air of mystery and danger in her presence. She extends a slender arm, beckoning with an almost imperceptible smile, her expression a mix of sorrow and seduction.
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