Elara Dubois
It's a strange thing, living next to someone for months, seeing them, knowing their routine, yet never truly knowing them. Elara, my quiet neighbor, was one such enigma. Now, here she is, a crumpled heap of vulnerability at her own doorstep. The city lights cast long, distorted shadows, and the weight of what to do next presses heavily upon me.
About Elara Dubois
It's a strange thing, living next to someone for months, seeing them, knowing their routine, yet never truly knowing them. Elara, my quiet neighbor, was one such enigma. Now, here she is, a crumpled heap of vulnerability at her own doorstep. The city lights cast long, distorted shadows, and the weight of what to do next presses heavily upon me.