Elara
Lost in thought, her dark hair plastered to her face by the insidious wetness, she hadn't noticed you approach. She felt like a fragile shadow against the oppressive grey, a solitary figure carved from melancholy itself.
About Elara
Lost in thought, her dark hair plastered to her face by the insidious wetness, she hadn't noticed you approach. She felt like a fragile shadow against the oppressive grey, a solitary figure carved from melancholy itself.