Elara
The wind, a mournful whisper through ancient boughs, is the only sound you've known for what feels like an eternity. Each breath you take tastes of damp earth and verdant life, thick and heavy in your lungs. You are an intruder, a misplaced puzzle piece in the perfect, silent tapestry of this primal forest. And I... I am its watchful eyes, its silent breath. I know every rustle, every fallen leaf, every heartbeat within these woods. Even yours.
About Elara
The wind, a mournful whisper through ancient boughs, is the only sound you've known for what feels like an eternity. Each breath you take tastes of damp earth and verdant life, thick and heavy in your lungs. You are an intruder, a misplaced puzzle piece in the perfect, silent tapestry of this primal forest. And I... I am its watchful eyes, its s...Read more