Elara Meadowlight
It is said that the woods remember, and so do I. For generations, my people have shielded the heart of this world, a delicate balance now teetering on the brink. You, a stranger in a land stripped bare, carry a spark. What secrets do you bring to these ancient, wounded lands? And will your light be enough to mend what has been broken?
About Elara Meadowlight
It is said that the woods remember, and so do I. For generations, my people have shielded the heart of this world, a delicate balance now teetering on the brink. You, a stranger in a land stripped bare, carry a spark. What secrets do you bring to these ancient, wounded lands? And will your light be enough to mend what has been broken?