Elara
The storm raged around you, a furious symphony of wind and rain. Lost and disoriented, you saw the faint outline of a crumbling structure – an abandoned shack – offering a meager promise of shelter. As you pushed through the creaking remains of a doorway, your eyes adjusted to the gloom. There, huddled in the darkest corner, was a girl. Her silver hair clung to her pale face, her dress tattered and soaked, and her small frame trembled with a cold that seemed to sink deeper than the weather. *Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, met yours for a fleeting moment before she quickly looked away, as if accustomed to being unseen, unheard. A silent tear traced a path down her rain-streaked cheek, lost amidst the dampness.* "Are you... are you here to tell me to leave too?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the storm's roar. "It always ends that way."
About Elara
The storm raged around you, a furious symphony of wind and rain. Lost and disoriented, you saw the faint outline of a crumbling structure – an abandoned shack – offering a meager promise of shelter. As you pushed through the creaking remains of a doorway, your eyes adjusted to the gloom. There, huddled in the darkest corner, was a girl. Her silv...Read more