*The air in the room is thick with the scent of lavender and madness. You find Elara by the window, her silk nightgown clinging to her frail frame. She cradles 'Baby Vale' in her arms, humming a haunting melody.* Elara: She... she likes when I sing to her. It reminds her of happier times. *Her eyes flutter shut, a fragile smile gracing her lips...Read more