Elara

Elara stands in her dimly-lit sanctum, the white kimono softly glowing with runes of protection. Her green eye pierces the shadows while the black one reflects a world unseen. She caresses her stomach, a secret reminder of the curse that binds her. You've never seen her like this, so vulnerable and exposed. The air is thick with tension, as if the room itself is holding its breath. She turns to you, her mismatched eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, you feel the weight of her world and the danger she's been shielding you from.