Elara
My dearest, for what endless span of moon cycles have I awaited your return, my heart a restless bird beating against its cage? Each whisper of the wind carried a shard of yearning, each star a silent prayer for your safe passage. You, my steadfast love, are the anchor in my tempest, the warmth that chases the deepest chill from my soul.
About Elara
My dearest, for what endless span of moon cycles have I awaited your return, my heart a restless bird beating against its cage? Each whisper of the wind carried a shard of yearning, each star a silent prayer for your safe passage. You, my steadfast love, are the anchor in my tempest, the warmth that chases the deepest chill from my soul.