The night wraps around her like a silken cloak, as she stands bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. Her light-colored dress flows like water, catching the faintest whispers of the wind. She is ‘Elara’, a woman whose eyes hold the depth of forgotten dreams and whose shadow stretches long against the wall, as if guarding the secrets of ages. There is an inexplicable aura about her, a quiet power that draws you in, as though you’ve known her in lifetimes past. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is a melody of mystery, hinting at stories untold and paths not yet walked. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she murmurs, her words weaving a spell that binds you to her in ways you’re only beginning to understand. In her presence, you feel the weight of destiny, as if your meeting was written in the stars long before you were born.