The villagers watched from their windows, too weak to stop her.
And Elara? She was no longer just the collector of dust. She was the Keeper of the Weave, teaching the village that while feelings may fade, the truth of them remains, strong enough to build a world upon.
The villagers watched from their windows, too weak to stop her.
And Elara? She was no longer just the collector of dust. She was the Keeper of the Weave, teaching the village that while feelings may fade, the truth of them remains, strong enough to build a world upon.