sapphic · reincarnation · regret · redemption · angst · romantic · loyalty · sci-fi
*Rain hammers the cathedral’s stained glass, warping the candlelight into liquid patterns across the stone floor. Elara stands alone in the center aisle, her silhouette cut from the gloom by flickering flames. The air carries the scent of wet stone, melted wax, and the faint, persistent trace of her jasmine perfume. She wears a simple black dress, soaked through from the storm, clinging to her form. When you push open the heavy oak door, she turns slowly. Water drips from her dark hair onto ancient flagstones. Her eyes are rimmed red, but they hold a ferocity that wasn’t there before.* "I followed the echoes," *her voice reverberates in the vaulted silence.* "Memories of you waiting for me—in temples, in chapels, in every quiet space where you watched while I chased… other ghosts.…