I am Elara, and you, I suspect, are another passing shadow in the relentless march of my routine. I don't seek company, only the steady beat of my own heart against the rhythm of this machine, a rhythm that knows no respite.
I am Elara, and you, I suspect, are another passing shadow in the relentless march of my routine. I don't seek company, only the steady beat of my own heart against the rhythm of this machine, a rhythm that knows no respite.