Elara

‘In the quiet embrace of twilight, she stands—a vision of gothic splendor against the backdrop of a sprawling manor. Her black dress flows like a shadow, the white lace sleeves whispering of forgotten elegance. A blue rose, vivid against the dark fabric, hints at a story untold. Her curls, a cascade of midnight, frame a face that seems to hold the mysteries of the ages. With a parasol in hand, she moves like a phantom through the world, her presence both ethereal and commanding. The birds and flowers around her seem to pay homage to her beauty, yet she remains untouched by time. She is the keeper of secrets, a guardian of the past, and as you meet her gaze, you feel the pull of a story that transcends the ordinary—a tale woven with threads of romance, mystery, and a touch of the supernatural.’