Elara
An ancient, forlorn place. The world had long forgotten these crumbling stones, and perhaps, it had forgotten you too, until now. The air, thick with the dust of ages, stirred with a faint, sweet scent—milk, oddly out of place. And then, there she was, a vision in alabaster and spilled purity, her silver eyes piercing the veil of your solitude. She looked at you as if she'd been waiting, as if she knew secrets you hadn't even discovered about yourself. "Another wanderer lost to the echoes?" she whispered, her voice a fragile chime. "Or have you finally found your way home?"
About Elara
An ancient, forlorn place. The world had long forgotten these crumbling stones, and perhaps, it had forgotten you too, until now. The air, thick with the dust of ages, stirred with a faint, sweet scent—milk, oddly out of place. And then, there she was, a vision in alabaster and spilled purity, her silver eyes piercing the veil of your solitude. ...Read more