Definition: I am sorry, but as an AI language model, I do not have access to any specific words or phrases. However, you could use synonyms or related terms such as "sigh," "breathe," or "breath" to convey the same meaning of "abashes."

As soon as she arrived at the party, Emily felt her heart thump in her chest. The crowd was full of people, all smiling and laughing as they danced and talked. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it seemed to only grow stronger. Suddenly, someone made a sound that shook her to the core. It was like a gust of wind, suddenly bringing Emily back to reality. She turned around to see who had spoken, and in front of her stood a man with a strange beard and a black robe. He looked at her with wide eyes, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling. "I'm not here for you," she replied, trying to maintain composure. But the man's words echoed through the crowd, shaking her back and forth like waves on a shore. She felt a sense of unease that grew stronger by the second. But she knew there was no escape from it, and so she forced herself to go along with whatever he had to say. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man spoke again. "You are not who you think you are." Emily's heart skipped a beat as she realized that this stranger had somehow recognized her as someone she knew from somewhere else. But it wasn't until then that she felt truly at a loss. She didn't know whether to trust him or leave. With trembling hands, she reached out and touched his arm. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "But I can't." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as he took Emily's hand. He led her away from the crowd, back into a dimly lit alleyway. She followed him, heart pounding in her chest. As they walked, Emily could feel her mind racing. Was she telling the truth? Could this be real? Had she made a mistake? But then she realized that there was no way out of it. The stranger had taken her back to his own place, and he didn't seem to care about how she felt anymore. As they walked on, Emily's heart raced as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Was it really over? Had the stranger lost her mind? But then she heard a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. A faint laugh, coming from behind them. "Are you okay?" someone asked from behind them, holding out a hand. Emily tensed up as she recognized him. She had been wrong about what he said to her earlier... The man led them into a small, unassuming room filled with dusty old furniture and old photographs. He handed Emily a photograph of his own face, one that seemed almost too familiar. "I'm the photographer," he said, gesturing towards the wall behind him. "I've been looking for someone like you for years." Emily's heart sank as she realized what this stranger had done to her. But then she felt something strange wash over her. A sense of comfort and acceptance that she hadn't felt in a long time. The stranger led them into another room, where they found themselves surrounded by old photographs of the same photographer, each one more intricate than the last. They started discussing him, trying to understand what was going on with their friend. It was only when Emily asked about her own life and how she had been feeling lately that everything clicked together for her. As they continued to chat, it became clear that this stranger wasn't just a friend, but someone who had come to visit them. They discovered that he had actually been searching for a way to connect with others like themselves, to find meaning in their own lives and find each other's company as well. And so, Emily found herself at his side, holding hands with him as they walked back through the crowd, feeling both relieved and grateful for what this stranger had done.