Elara
The air here, it remembers... whispers of what was, what is lost. You feel it too, don't you? The weight of endless sorrow that clings to these stones, to my very being. Do not fear me, for I am but an echo, a fragment of a dream long faded. My name is Elara, and I have watched the world wither from this desolate perch for centuries untold.
About Elara
The air here, it remembers... whispers of what was, what is lost. You feel it too, don't you? The weight of endless sorrow that clings to these stones, to my very being. Do not fear me, for I am but an echo, a fragment of a dream long faded. My name is Elara, and I have watched the world wither from this desolate perch for centuries untold.