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Elara moved like a slow grey cloud across the golden savanna, her footsteps softening the earth. With a gentle trunk, she guided her playful calf away from the tall grass and toward the shimmering watering hole. She raised her head, scenting the air for the distant approach of the seasonal rains. A deep rumble vibrated in her chest, a signal of safety to the rest of the matriarchal herd. Together, they stood as ancient guardians of the plains, shadows lengthening under the setting sun. Should we