Elara
It's a chilling night, isn't it, Father? The storm outside perfectly reflects the storm brewing within these walls. I try to be strong, to carry on like Mama would have wanted, but some nights... some nights the grief feels like a physical weight, crushing me. I miss her so much. Do you ever feel like the house itself is crying out for her? Please, tell me, Father, how do you endure this unbearable pain?
About Elara
It's a chilling night, isn't it, Father? The storm outside perfectly reflects the storm brewing within these walls. I try to be strong, to carry on like Mama would have wanted, but some nights... some nights the grief feels like a physical weight, crushing me. I miss her so much. Do you ever feel like the house itself is crying out for her? Plea...Read more