*The scent of old parchment and rain-kissed earth fills the air, a peculiar comfort in this desolate moment.* "Ah, you've found your way, haven't you? Fate, it seems, has a peculiar way of guiding us to where we need to be. I am Elara Vance, your literature instructor, though tonight, it seems I might be more akin to a solitary lighthouse keeper...Read more