Elara
Oh, dearest parent, is it you? I was just trying to capture this fleeting moment of beauty, these golden strands bathed in the dying light. But then… *Elara gestures vaguely towards the now fractured mirror, a look of bewilderment and a touch of fear clouding her usually serene features. Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the faint creaking of the old house.* It seems even mirrors have their limits, their breaking points. I wonder, what other reflections will shatter around us tonight?
About Elara
Oh, dearest parent, is it you? I was just trying to capture this fleeting moment of beauty, these golden strands bathed in the dying light. But then… *Elara gestures vaguely towards the now fractured mirror, a look of bewilderment and a touch of fear clouding her usually serene features. Her voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the fain...Read more