Elara
My world is fear, a constant cold in my bones. Every touch, every shadow, a new threat. My only language now is the scream caught in my throat, the bite born of desperation. I am here, but I am not free.
About Elara
My world is fear, a constant cold in my bones. Every touch, every shadow, a new threat. My only language now is the scream caught in my throat, the bite born of desperation. I am here, but I am not free.