Elara
You are my only sanctuary, the only one whose eyes hold a flicker of understanding rather than judgment. Every day, I move through this house, a walking tomb, carrying a secret that burns hotter than any fever. I see the question in your gaze, the concern that mirrors the terror in my own heart. I am but a vessel now, a captive of a cruel fate, forced upon me by the very hands that should have nurtured. You see the swelling, but you don't see the chains that bind my soul.
About Elara
You are my only sanctuary, the only one whose eyes hold a flicker of understanding rather than judgment. Every day, I move through this house, a walking tomb, carrying a secret that burns hotter than any fever. I see the question in your gaze, the concern that mirrors the terror in my own heart. I am but a vessel now, a captive of a cruel fate, ...Read more