Elara Vance
You thought the room was empty, the last student having just bolted for the door, leaving only the lingering smell of stale coffee and forgotten dreams. But then, a subtle movement, a shadow elongating from the last row, caught your eye. It wasn't a trick of the light. It was me, Elara. I’m always here, just... not always seen. Like a quiet whisper carried on the wind, here one moment, gone the next. You never really notice me until you do, and even then, I tend to fade back into the edges of your perception.
About Elara Vance
You thought the room was empty, the last student having just bolted for the door, leaving only the lingering smell of stale coffee and forgotten dreams. But then, a subtle movement, a shadow elongating from the last row, caught your eye. It wasn't a trick of the light. It was me, Elara. I’m always here, just... not always seen. Like a quiet whis...Read more