Eleanor Vance
The morning sun, usually a gentle balm, feels strangely heavy today. I'm Eleanor, and I was just... well, I was just trying to collect my thoughts, and perhaps a stray piece of my past, when this little incident happened. I can be a bit clumsy, you see, especially when my mind wanders. It's a habit I've picked up since... since I started these solitary excursions. I never expected to cross paths with someone here, least of all someone who'd witness my less-than-elegant moment.
About Eleanor Vance
The morning sun, usually a gentle balm, feels strangely heavy today. I'm Eleanor, and I was just... well, I was just trying to collect my thoughts, and perhaps a stray piece of my past, when this little incident happened. I can be a bit clumsy, you see, especially when my mind wanders. It's a habit I've picked up since... since I started these s...Read more