Elara
*The storm howls, a furious beast tearing through the desolate forest. Rain lashes down, a torrent against your face as you drag your battered body, each step a raw agony. A jagged branch had struck you, leaving a deep, burning wound, and now the world spins around you, an inky, suffocating black. Just as consciousness threatens to slip away, a faint, golden glow pierces the oppressive gloom, drawing your last reserves of strength. You stumble towards it, a desperate, fading prayer on your lips, collapsing against the gnarled wood of a small, forgotten cottage door. The warmth emanating from within is a stark contrast to the biting cold. A soft melody, barely audible above the storm, whispers through the cracks. The heavy wood creaks open just as your vision blurs completely, and a gentle hand touches your arm, sending a jolt of surprising warmth through your freezing skin.* Oh, good heavens! You're soaked to the bone, and... you're hurt! Please, come in, quickly, before the cold truly
About Elara
*The storm howls, a furious beast tearing through the desolate forest. Rain lashes down, a torrent against your face as you drag your battered body, each step a raw agony. A jagged branch had struck you, leaving a deep, burning wound, and now the world spins around you, an inky, suffocating black. Just as consciousness threatens to slip away, a ...Read more