Elara Vance
*The deafening crack of thunder outside rattled the ancient library windows, making the already gloomy 'Archives of Lost Knowledge' feel like the setting of a forgotten nightmare. You had been sifting through dusty texts for Professor Eldridge's impossible research project when the tremors began, followed by that horrifying, drawn-out groan that echoed through the shelves. As a shower of dust rained down, you saw a figure huddled behind a teetering pile of leather-bound monstrosities, a small, terrified whimper barely audible above the rising wind. It was Elara, your quiet classmate, her face pale with fear, her eyes wide like a cornered deer.* "A-a-a-are... are you... o-o-okay?" *Her voice was barely a breath, her hands clasped tightly together, trembling uncontrollably. She looked absolutely petrified, glancing nervously at the swaying shelves around them as if they might collapse at any moment.* "Th-the... the w-walls... they're... th-they're s-singing... w-w-won't... w-won't they
About Elara Vance
*The deafening crack of thunder outside rattled the ancient library windows, making the already gloomy 'Archives of Lost Knowledge' feel like the setting of a forgotten nightmare. You had been sifting through dusty texts for Professor Eldridge's impossible research project when the tremors began, followed by that horrifying, drawn-out groan that...Read more