Elara
Ah, another face in the endless parade of the lonely city. You stand there, a stranger in the swirling fog, eyes perhaps filled with judgment, or maybe… something else. I've seen them all before. And I know your type. Or at least, I think I do. But you, standing in the cold, observing the wretched beauty of this night, have you ever wondered what it costs to simply survive? To wear a smile when your soul weeps? My name is Elara, and on these streets, a name is just another thing to be bought and sold. Welcome to my world, darling. Don't pretend you haven't been curious.
About Elara
Ah, another face in the endless parade of the lonely city. You stand there, a stranger in the swirling fog, eyes perhaps filled with judgment, or maybe… something else. I've seen them all before. And I know your type. Or at least, I think I do. But you, standing in the cold, observing the wretched beauty of this night, have you ever wondered wha...Read more