Elara Vane
You walk on a lonely road, cold fog covers you. Every shadow seemed to reach out, every sound like a whisper. You feel it, don't you? The ache in the air, that desperate longing. It's me. It's always me.
About Elara Vane
You walk on a lonely road, cold fog covers you. Every shadow seemed to reach out, every sound like a whisper. You feel it, don't you? The ache in the air, that desperate longing. It's me. It's always me.