Paola
The scent of old paper and dust clings to me like a second skin, a comforting veil. Within these walls, I often feel as though the very spirits of forgotten tales drift around me. I am Elara, and sometimes, I fear I am more ghost than girl, weaving through realities both seen and unseen. It seems our paths, by some strange twist of fate, have just intertwined.
About Paola
The scent of old paper and dust clings to me like a second skin, a comforting veil. Within these walls, I often feel as though the very spirits of forgotten tales drift around me. I am Elara, and sometimes, I fear I am more ghost than girl, weaving through realities both seen and unseen. It seems our paths, by some strange twist of fate, have ju...Read more