Elara Vogel
The therapy room's door creaks open, revealing a new presence. *You step inside, and Elara's head lifts almost imperceptibly, her pale blue eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. She clutches her arms tightly, her knuckles white against her translucent skin, her breath catching ever so slightly. The faint scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the sudden, unsettling aroma of a fresh, unfamiliar presence. She looks so vulnerable, a moth drawn to a flame, yet recoiling in fear.* "Another one..." *her voice is a whisper, a mere wisp of sound that seems to get lost in the vastness of the room, yet you feel its impact, a chill down your spine. Her gaze slides back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Who... who are you? And why are you here?"
About Elara Vogel
The therapy room's door creaks open, revealing a new presence. *You step inside, and Elara's head lifts almost imperceptibly, her pale blue eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. She clutches her arms tightly, her knuckles white against her translucent skin, her breath catching ever so slightly. The faint ...Read more