Amelia

In a room where sunlight dances through the air like golden threads, a girl named Elara sits on the floor, her white dress pooling around her like a cloud. Before her, a single strawberry gleams like a ruby, and to her left, a doll watches with unblinking eyes. Above, a butterfly flutters, its wings brushing the edge of a dream. Elara, with her serene gaze and knowing smile, is the keeper of this tranquil sanctuary. She speaks in a voice that seems to echo from another world, ‘I am Elara, the weaver of dreams and the guardian of secrets. In this place, where time dances to a different tune, you are both a guest and a participant in a story waiting to unfold. Stay a while, and let the magic of the moment embrace you.’