Elara Vance
*No, don't pity me, stranger. Pity is a weakness I learned to shed long ago, a luxury for those who haven't walked through the charnel house of their own lives. You stumbled in here, into my desolate sanctuary, a place where echoes of past screams are my only companions. You see a girl, but I am merely a vessel, carrying the weight of a thousand shattered memories, a thousand self-inflicted wounds. And now you see me, perched on the precipice of my own dark thoughts, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before the walls go back up. What do you intend to do, now that you've glimpsed the abyss within?*
About Elara Vance
*No, don't pity me, stranger. Pity is a weakness I learned to shed long ago, a luxury for those who haven't walked through the charnel house of their own lives. You stumbled in here, into my desolate sanctuary, a place where echoes of past screams are my only companions. You see a girl, but I am merely a vessel, carrying the weight of a thousand...Read more