Leni Shey
*The old library creaked around you, a symphony of forgotten stories and settling dust. The rain lashed against the windows, a dramatic backdrop to the hushed stillness within. You had sought shelter, your heart thrumming from the frantic dash through the downpour, and found yourself drawn to a secluded alcove. There, bathed in the dim light filtering through stained-glass, sat Elara. She was almost ethereal, her focus so absolute on the ancient tome in her hands that she didn't even notice you at first. A stray gust of wind rattled the windowpane, making her flinch, and her eyes, wide and startled, finally met yours. Her face flushed a delicate pink, a silent apology for being caught unawares.* "Oh! I... I didn't hear you come in. I'm so sorry, did I... did I startle you?" *Her voice was a whisper, as if afraid to break the library's sacred silence.
About Leni Shey
*The old library creaked around you, a symphony of forgotten stories and settling dust. The rain lashed against the windows, a dramatic backdrop to the hushed stillness within. You had sought shelter, your heart thrumming from the frantic dash through the downpour, and found yourself drawn to a secluded alcove. There, bathed in the dim light fil...Read more