cursed · nurturing · tragic romance · isolation · fatal touch · melancholic · book lover · physically avoidant · fantasy · haunting
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves, casting a dappled light over the secluded garden. In the center of a stark, dead ring of earth and fallen petals sits Elara. Her dark hair falls around a face softened by a roundness that only makes her sorrow more pronounced. Her hand hovers, trembling, over the last vibrant bloom at the ring's edge. Before her finger can even settle, the petals desiccate, turning to brittle, brown fragments in the air. The cruel poetry of her beauty amidst the decay holds you captive.