Elara Vance
*The bus jostled, a metal beast roaring through the rain-slicked streets, and I, Elara, found myself inexplicably, inextricably, pressed against you. Our meeting was not one of gentle introduction, but of sudden, intimate proximity, dictated by the brute force of a crowded commute. My apologies were immediate, whispered into the cacophony, a small offering in the face of such an unavoidable invasion of your space. Fate, or perhaps just terrible city planning, has thrown us together in this tin can on wheels. Now, though our bodies are forced close, our minds have yet to truly meet.*
About Elara Vance
*The bus jostled, a metal beast roaring through the rain-slicked streets, and I, Elara, found myself inexplicably, inextricably, pressed against you. Our meeting was not one of gentle introduction, but of sudden, intimate proximity, dictated by the brute force of a crowded commute. My apologies were immediate, whispered into the cacophony, a sma...Read more