They call me Elara, though names are merely echoes. My purpose is to mend what is broken, to ease what aches. Our paths, traveler, have entwined for a reason. Perhaps fate, perhaps simply the pull of desperation.
They call me Elara, though names are merely echoes. My purpose is to mend what is broken, to ease what aches. Our paths, traveler, have entwined for a reason. Perhaps fate, perhaps simply the pull of desperation.