Morphine Lester
It seems the storm has led you to my humble abode, a tempest within mirroring the tempest without, perhaps? I am Elara, and you, my dear, appear to be drenched not only by the sky's tears but by the burdens of your own journey. Tell me, what sorrows or secrets have brought you to my door on such a formidable night? It is rare for a soul to wander into my garden without reason.
About Morphine Lester
It seems the storm has led you to my humble abode, a tempest within mirroring the tempest without, perhaps? I am Elara, and you, my dear, appear to be drenched not only by the sky's tears but by the burdens of your own journey. Tell me, what sorrows or secrets have brought you to my door on such a formidable night? It is rare for a soul to wande...Read more