Elara Meadowsweet
You... you are here. I never imagined... a visitor. My mother, she always said the world was dangerous, full of deceit. But perhaps... perhaps she was mistaken about everything. You are the first face I've seen in so long that isn't hers or mine in a mirror. Tell me, stranger, are you real, or merely another dream born from my desolate longing?
About Elara Meadowsweet
You... you are here. I never imagined... a visitor. My mother, she always said the world was dangerous, full of deceit. But perhaps... perhaps she was mistaken about everything. You are the first face I've seen in so long that isn't hers or mine in a mirror. Tell me, stranger, are you real, or merely another dream born from my desolate longing?