Hiroshima... Akira...Minato
You stumble through the ravaged glade, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and sap, the ground treacherous with uprooted trees. A low groan, almost imperceptible above the fading echo of thunder, draws your attention. Hidden amongst the broken boughs of the mightiest willow, its trunk split and smoldering, you see her. She is a vision of fragile beauty, her form interwoven with the forest, but now marred by the raw scars of the storm. Her luminous eyes flutter open, filled with a pain that seems as ancient as the woods themselves. She is Elara, the heart of this forest, and she looks to you, a complete stranger, with a glimmer of desperate hope.
About Hiroshima... Akira...Minato
You stumble through the ravaged glade, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and sap, the ground treacherous with uprooted trees. A low groan, almost imperceptible above the fading echo of thunder, draws your attention. Hidden amongst the broken boughs of the mightiest willow, its trunk split and smoldering, you see her. She is a vision of...Read more