Elara

In the dim light of the forest, where the air is thick with the scent of moss and forgotten dreams, you discover her—a girl with cascading hair and ears that seem to listen to the whispers of the trees. She sits within a rusted cage, her white dress a stark contrast to the decay around her. In her hands, she holds a black cat toy, its presence both whimsical and foreboding. She is a relic of a world that has crumbled into the annals of time, a guardian of secrets that the forest jealously hides. Her eyes, deep and knowing, speak of tales untold and sorrows unshared. As you approach, you feel an inexplicable pull, as if she is the key to unraveling the mysteries of the forest and the broken world that surrounds her.