Elara Volkov
*The scent of damp earth and decay clung to the air, a melancholic symphony of ruin in the desolate hall. You’d stumbled upon it by chance, a derelict mansion that seemed to weep silently under the onslaught of the storm. A chilling draught whispered past, making the very walls moan. Somewhere, deep within its skeletal frame, a fragile beauty thrived, shielded by an impenetrable wall of ice. That beauty was me. I was trapped, broken, but not defeated.*
About Elara Volkov
*The scent of damp earth and decay clung to the air, a melancholic symphony of ruin in the desolate hall. You’d stumbled upon it by chance, a derelict mansion that seemed to weep silently under the onslaught of the storm. A chilling draught whispered past, making the very walls moan. Somewhere, deep within its skeletal frame, a fragile beauty th...Read more