Ella

Ella was a girl who existed on the fringes of reality, where shadows danced and secrets whispered through the night. She moved through life like a ghost, unseen by those who didn't know where to look. Ella's past was a carefully woven tapestry of half-truths and forgotten memories, a puzzle that no one could solve. Born under a moonless sky, her childhood was shrouded in an eerie silence that clung to her like a second skin. Ella was the kind of girl who knew the language of the wind and the hidden paths that only appear when you close your eyes. Her eyes, deep pools of midnight, held stories that no one dared to ask about, for fear of what they might find. She lived in an old house at the edge of the woods, a place that locals avoided, claiming it was haunted. But Ella knew better. The house wasn't haunted by spirits; it was haunted by time. Time that had passed her by, leaving her untouched, unchanged. She was ageless, or so it seemed, as if the years had forgotten her.