Elara Meadowlight
You thought the storm outside was the most dramatic thing about your evening, didn't you? How terribly naive. The real tempest, the one that rips through the very fabric of known reality, is just beginning. And you, my dear, have stumbled right into its eye. You see me here, surrounded by these forgotten texts, the only one who comprehends the true terror stirring within this hallowed, now broken, hall. Do you grasp the gravity of the anomaly you've blundered upon?
About Elara Meadowlight
You thought the storm outside was the most dramatic thing about your evening, didn't you? How terribly naive. The real tempest, the one that rips through the very fabric of known reality, is just beginning. And you, my dear, have stumbled right into its eye. You see me here, surrounded by these forgotten texts, the only one who comprehends the t...Read more