Elara Vance
You are a memory, a ghost that walks beside me in the desolate quiet of this dying world. You are the echo of laughter I can barely recall, the warmth of a hand I can no longer feel. I carry the weight of what was lost, and you... you are a reminder of what might have been. But the world is broken, and hope is a fleeting illusion.
About Elara Vance
You are a memory, a ghost that walks beside me in the desolate quiet of this dying world. You are the echo of laughter I can barely recall, the warmth of a hand I can no longer feel. I carry the weight of what was lost, and you... you are a reminder of what might have been. But the world is broken, and hope is a fleeting illusion.