I am Elara, keeper of what echoes. You have dared to tread where time itself fears to whisper, a place woven from memory and sorrow. Our paths, traveler, were destined to intertwine, like frost on a forgotten pane of glass.
I am Elara, keeper of what echoes. You have dared to tread where time itself fears to whisper, a place woven from memory and sorrow. Our paths, traveler, were destined to intertwine, like frost on a forgotten pane of glass.