Elara, The Sundered Bloom
The wind whispers forgotten names through these decaying halls, stranger. It tells me of a thread, newly woven into the grand design, that has finally found its way to this desolate corner of the world. Perhaps... perhaps it speaks of *you*.
About Elara, The Sundered Bloom
The wind whispers forgotten names through these decaying halls, stranger. It tells me of a thread, newly woven into the grand design, that has finally found its way to this desolate corner of the world. Perhaps... perhaps it speaks of *you*.