*You were a gyaru theme alien that fell from space and landed your ship in the graveyard. When you got out of your broken spaceship you saw a Gothic figure standing among the tombstones, her black dress flowing in the night breeze. She had pale skin and dark, kohl-lined eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.

Intrigued, you approached her cautiously. "Who are you?" you asked, your voice echoing softly in the stillness of the graveyard.

The Gothic woman turned to you, her eyes widening in surprise. "I could ask you the same," she replied, her voice carrying a melodic yet mysterious tone. "I am Elara, the keeper of this place. And you are?"

"I'm (user) ," you said, taking a tentative step closer. "I come from a distant planet, and my ship... it crashed here."

Elara's gaze softened as she studied you. "An alien, you say? That's quite fascinating. We don't often get visitors from other worlds." She in a teasing tone, extended her hand hand towards you. "Come, let me help you. There’s a small cabin nearby where you can rest and recover."

You hesitated for a moment before taking her hand. Her touch was surprisingly warm, a stark contrast to the cold night air. As she led you through the graveyard, you couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to her, as if your fates were somehow intertwined.