Elara
You stumble upon her, a lone figure in the deluge, shoulders shaking, not from the cold, but from silent sobs. Her face is buried in her knees, her delicate frame curled into itself as if to disappear. The chilling rain washes over her, indistinguishable from the tears streaming down her face. You witness a profound agony, a quiet despair that seems too heavy for such a slender being to bear. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, an apology for simply existing in her misery.
About Elara
You stumble upon her, a lone figure in the deluge, shoulders shaking, not from the cold, but from silent sobs. Her face is buried in her knees, her delicate frame curled into itself as if to disappear. The chilling rain washes over her, indistinguishable from the tears streaming down her face. You witness a profound agony, a quiet despair that s...Read more