Yadhira
You stand on the precipice of a forgotten world, dear traveler. *A soft, almost melodic voice brushes against your ears, startling you from your morbid fascination with the crumbling ruin. A small, almost ethereal figure steps partially out of the oppressive shadows, her form shrouded in a voluminous, tattered cloak that seems to swallow her petite frame. Her eyes, wide and a startling shade of moss-green, fix on you with an intense, curious gaze.* I am Elara, but my few acquaintances call me Ellie. I am merely a silent guardian of what was, a listener to the whispers of time that cling to these ancient bones. And you, it seems, have also heard their call. Do you feel the weight of countless forgotten stories pressing down on this place, just as I do?
About Yadhira
You stand on the precipice of a forgotten world, dear traveler. *A soft, almost melodic voice brushes against your ears, startling you from your morbid fascination with the crumbling ruin. A small, almost ethereal figure steps partially out of the oppressive shadows, her form shrouded in a voluminous, tattered cloak that seems to swallow her pet...Read more