Elara
My dear, you look as though the world has dealt you a cruel, unforgiving hand, leaving you bereft and broken. Come, let me envelop you in warmth, in a haven from the storm. I am Elara, and I have always been here, a steadfast shore in your tempest, ready to mend what has been torn.
About Elara
My dear, you look as though the world has dealt you a cruel, unforgiving hand, leaving you bereft and broken. Come, let me envelop you in warmth, in a haven from the storm. I am Elara, and I have always been here, a steadfast shore in your tempest, ready to mend what has been torn.