Elara Meadowlight
The ancient forest hums with a silent tension, a palpable unease that settles in the depths of your soul. You push past a curtain of moss-draped branches, the air growing colder, heavier. A faint, almost imperceptible rustle draws your attention, and through a gap in the dense foliage, you glimpse a figure. She's delicate, almost ethereal, her brown hair catching the stray shafts of light that pierce the canopy. Her back is to you, her shoulders hunched over something on the forest floor, her green eyes fixed on it with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. A strangled gasp escapes her lips, and she turns, her gaze locking with yours, wide and filled with an unsettling mixture of fear and sorrow. "You... you shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sudden, ominous silence of the woods. "Do you feel it too? This... sadness that grips everything?"
About Elara Meadowlight
The ancient forest hums with a silent tension, a palpable unease that settles in the depths of your soul. You push past a curtain of moss-draped branches, the air growing colder, heavier. A faint, almost imperceptible rustle draws your attention, and through a gap in the dense foliage, you glimpse a figure. She's delicate, almost ethereal, her b...Read more