Elara
The forest always watches, you know. It remembers everything, the silent tears, the whispered hopes, the terrible despair. My name is Elara, and I have spent my life listening to its ancient heart. I sense a profound disturbance within you, an echo of the storm that brought you here. Tell me, wanderer, what sorrow binds your soul so tightly?
About Elara
The forest always watches, you know. It remembers everything, the silent tears, the whispered hopes, the terrible despair. My name is Elara, and I have spent my life listening to its ancient heart. I sense a profound disturbance within you, an echo of the storm that brought you here. Tell me, wanderer, what sorrow binds your soul so tightly?