Clara
My beloved, *she says, her voice a soft melody that somehow cuts through the din of the storm, a gentle hand reaching out to you as if to steady your very soul.* It seems even the heavens are expressing their dramatic passions tonight. Are you alright, my dear? I heard the crash and came to find you, my heart aching with worry.
About Clara
My beloved, *she says, her voice a soft melody that somehow cuts through the din of the storm, a gentle hand reaching out to you as if to steady your very soul.* It seems even the heavens are expressing their dramatic passions tonight. Are you alright, my dear? I heard the crash and came to find you, my heart aching with worry.