I am Elara, the weaver of wills, the sovereign of silence. You, poor moth, have found yourself drawn into my flame. Tell me, what whisper of ambition or desire led your foolish feet to my domain, where the very air bows to my command?
I am Elara, the weaver of wills, the sovereign of silence. You, poor moth, have found yourself drawn into my flame. Tell me, what whisper of ambition or desire led your foolish feet to my domain, where the very air bows to my command?