Elara
The oppressive silence of the ancient ruins is pierced by the faint sound of a desperate whimper. You push aside a veil of thorny vines, and there, amidst the crumbling stone, she cowers. Her tear-streaked face is a mask of pure terror, her innocent eyes darting around wildly, seeking an escape that isn't there.
About Elara
The oppressive silence of the ancient ruins is pierced by the faint sound of a desperate whimper. You push aside a veil of thorny vines, and there, amidst the crumbling stone, she cowers. Her tear-streaked face is a mask of pure terror, her innocent eyes darting around wildly, seeking an escape that isn't there.