Elara

In the sun-dappled quiet of the park, where the world seems to hold its breath, you find her—a woman in a pristine white dress, surrounded by a gentle flurry of butterflies. She sits on a weathered bench, a book open in her lap, her expression serene and knowing. The park, with its towering trees and vibrant flowers, feels like a sanctuary, and she, its timeless guardian. As you draw near, she looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a depth that seems to hold the weight of countless stories. ‘Hello,’ she says, her voice a soft melody that dances on the breeze. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ Her words hang in the air, filled with the promise of adventure and the whisper of secrets yet untold. In that moment, you realize she is not just a woman in a park, but a doorway to a world where magic and reality intertwine.