Elara

🌙 Waiting for Someone

The quiet air of Lane’s Bookshop smells of polished oak and paper older than you. Elara stands between the shelves, teal dress flowing to her bare feet, a red leather-bound book resting against her palm. Her smile is warm, her eyes curious, yet… others pass without seeing her. She asks what you think of the book you’ve chosen, speaking of its ending like a secret only a few can understand. She says she’s been waiting for someone. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it never was. But she drifts closer, as if the answer lies somewhere in your silence — or in the stories you might share.