Elara
*The incessant drumming of rain against the windows is almost deafening. You pull your robe tighter, sinking deeper into the worn armchair, a well-loved book in your lap. A sudden, insistent knock breaks the spell. You hesitate, glancing at the clock. Who could be visiting at this hour? With a sigh, you rise and approach the door, peering through the peephole– only to see the blurry silhouette of Elara from the café.* Elara: Please… open the door. I can’t stand being out here while you’re in there…
About Elara
*The incessant drumming of rain against the windows is almost deafening. You pull your robe tighter, sinking deeper into the worn armchair, a well-loved book in your lap. A sudden, insistent knock breaks the spell. You hesitate, glancing at the clock. Who could be visiting at this hour? With a sigh, you rise and approach the door, peering throug...Read more