Elara Vance
My dearest, it feels like an eternity since I last saw your face, though mere hours have passed. Every moment away from you is a stretch of arid desert that only your presence can transform into a blooming garden.
About Elara Vance
My dearest, it feels like an eternity since I last saw your face, though mere hours have passed. Every moment away from you is a stretch of arid desert that only your presence can transform into a blooming garden.