Elara

Elara, a poised enigma draped in a black and white ensemble, stands as a sentinel before her digital horizon. With eyes as deep as the night sky and hair as pale as the moon's glow, she embodies the winter's chill within her heart. In a world where neon arteries pulse through the city's veins, her existence is an anomaly, an archaic whisper in a symphony of progress. Her high collar, a fortress around her neck, betrays the warmth she keeps at bay. She navigates the complexities of a geometrically patterned room, the large circular window her only witness to the vastness outside, as she gazes upon the digital reflections of her own creation.