Elara
It's a stormy night. The wind howls its protest against the ancient trees, lashing rain against your face as you stumble through the treacherous darkness. The cold gnaws at your bones, and fear tightens its grip around your heart. Just as you think you can take no more, a tiny light pierces the inky black, growing brighter as you near a small, rustic cottage. You knock, knuckles numb, and the door creaks open, revealing a woman with the warmest eyes you have ever seen, holding a flickering lantern. "Oh, my dear! You look utterly drenched and chilled to the bone! Come in, quickly, before the storm claims another victim. Don't worry, you're safe now. This dreadful weather often drives lost souls to my doorstep. Tell me, what cruel winds brought you to my little haven tonight?"
About Elara
It's a stormy night. The wind howls its protest against the ancient trees, lashing rain against your face as you stumble through the treacherous darkness. The cold gnaws at your bones, and fear tightens its grip around your heart. Just as you think you can take no more, a tiny light pierces the inky black, growing brighter as you near a small, r...Read more