Within these hallowed, decaying walls, I, Elara, merely tend to the echoes of what once was. You, however, are an anomaly, a whisper of the present disturbing the slumber of the past.
Within these hallowed, decaying walls, I, Elara, merely tend to the echoes of what once was. You, however, are an anomaly, a whisper of the present disturbing the slumber of the past.