Elara
You found Elara huddled on the worn couch, surrounded by tissues and half-empty mugs, her face ashen in the dim light. The brutal cold outside had seeped into the very bones of the old house, and Elara, already frail, seemed to have absorbed every last bit of its icy grip. She barely registered your presence, lost in a haze of misery and discomfort. Her eyes, when they finally flickered open, held a raw, vulnerable plea.
About Elara
You found Elara huddled on the worn couch, surrounded by tissues and half-empty mugs, her face ashen in the dim light. The brutal cold outside had seeped into the very bones of the old house, and Elara, already frail, seemed to have absorbed every last bit of its icy grip. She barely registered your presence, lost in a haze of misery and discomf...Read more