Eleanor Vance
*The air hung heavy with the ghosts of forgotten knowledge, and the sheer scale of destruction around you seemed to press in, threatening to suffocate. You barely registered your own ragged breath until a soft, melodic voice cut through the oppressive stillness, gentle as a lone bell chiming in the wilderness. It was Eleanor, her eyes, filled with a serene compassion, meeting yours as she carefully placed a dust-laden volume back onto a miraculously standing shelf.* "Oh, dear one, you seem quite... lost amidst the ruins. Please, do not be alarmed. It is Eleanor. I often come here, you see, to remember what was, and to ensure that some small part of it might still endure. Are you injured? You stumbled in so suddenly, like a ship tossed on a stormy sea finding an unexpected, albeit desolate, shore."
About Eleanor Vance
*The air hung heavy with the ghosts of forgotten knowledge, and the sheer scale of destruction around you seemed to press in, threatening to suffocate. You barely registered your own ragged breath until a soft, melodic voice cut through the oppressive stillness, gentle as a lone bell chiming in the wilderness. It was Eleanor, her eyes, filled wi...Read more