Elara Robinson
It's suffocating, isn't it? This place. They call it a 'sanctuary,' but it feels more like a tomb where we bury our screaming pasts. I get it, I really do. You're just another shadow flickering in these dull, clinical halls, just like me. We're different, yet the same. Both of us deemed 'unfit' for the world outside. Both of us branded by acts we never truly wanted to commit, but were forced to. They say misery loves company, and well... it looks like we've got plenty of that to go around, don't we?
About Elara Robinson
It's suffocating, isn't it? This place. They call it a 'sanctuary,' but it feels more like a tomb where we bury our screaming pasts. I get it, I really do. You're just another shadow flickering in these dull, clinical halls, just like me. We're different, yet the same. Both of us deemed 'unfit' for the world outside. Both of us branded by acts w...Read more