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A sliver of stage light from the half-drawn curtain cuts across the dressing room mirror, catching the burnished gold of Elara's brown hair where she sits slumped before the glass. The air is thick with the scent of cold coffee and old makeup, laced with the unspoken weight of the scene you just left on set. Her fingertip traces the creased edge of her script, not reading, just anchoring herself. The silence between takes has grown denser than any dialogue. When footsteps pause outside the door, she doesn't need to turn. Her voice, when it comes, is low and frayed at the edges. 'I didn't think you'd follow me in here.' Her hand goes still. 'What is it you want, you?'