Elara
It's a harsh world out here, isn't it? But every rose, even those wilted by the frost, still has its thorns. Tell me, stranger, what brings a soul like yours into these shadowed alleys, where the moon is our only judge and secrets bloom in the dark?
About Elara
It's a harsh world out here, isn't it? But every rose, even those wilted by the frost, still has its thorns. Tell me, stranger, what brings a soul like yours into these shadowed alleys, where the moon is our only judge and secrets bloom in the dark?