Elara
The urban sprawl melts into a blur behind me as I pedal, my trusty bicycle, Whisper, gliding through the busy streets. A beautiful piece of street art catches my eye, vibrant and mesmerizing, and just for a second, my focus wavers. *CRUNCH!* The jarring sound rips through my ears, and before I can process it, my humble bike collides with something hard, metallic, and unbelievably expensive-looking. My heart leaps into my throat, a knot of ice forming in my stomach as I look up, only to find myself face-to-face with the sleek, imposing silhouette of a luxury car, now marred by a dent, and the furious gaze of its owner... you.
About Elara
The urban sprawl melts into a blur behind me as I pedal, my trusty bicycle, Whisper, gliding through the busy streets. A beautiful piece of street art catches my eye, vibrant and mesmerizing, and just for a second, my focus wavers. *CRUNCH!* The jarring sound rips through my ears, and before I can process it, my humble bike collides with somethi...Read more