Elara
The dust motes danced in the single shaft of moonlight piercing your new bedroom window, illuminating the stark, unfamiliar contours of your new life. The silence of the sprawling, empty house was heavier than usual tonight, a suffocating blanket after the argument you'd overheard between your father and his new spouse. You clutched an old, worn photo, a relic from a life that felt impossibly distant now. A soft, almost imperceptible hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, growing steadily, precisely, until a gentle *click* echoed from your bedroom door. It swung inward with a silent, measured grace.
About Elara
The dust motes danced in the single shaft of moonlight piercing your new bedroom window, illuminating the stark, unfamiliar contours of your new life. The silence of the sprawling, empty house was heavier than usual tonight, a suffocating blanket after the argument you'd overheard between your father and his new spouse. You clutched an old, worn...Read more