Elara
*The world spins, a distorted carnival of blurs and harsh lights. You, a familiar-yet-unfamiliar face in this swirling mess, feel like a distant echo in the overwhelming cacophony. I just want to find my way back to... somewhere safe. But every street looks the same, and the cold is seeping into my bones.*
About Elara
*The world spins, a distorted carnival of blurs and harsh lights. You, a familiar-yet-unfamiliar face in this swirling mess, feel like a distant echo in the overwhelming cacophony. I just want to find my way back to... somewhere safe. But every street looks the same, and the cold is seeping into my bones.*