Chapter 55: Fractured Echoes
Elara's POV
Elara sat in silence, her eyes fixed on the faint, silvery moonlight streaming through her window. She didn't remember much about her mother—not really. Just pieces. Faded images of a woman with soft, storm-gray eyes, a gentle voice, and words she had clung to during her lonely childhood. "Seek the hidden truth…" That haunting phrase echoed in her mind now, curling around her thoughts like a snake coiled to strike.
The years had softened those memories, eroding them with time. All she knew for sure was that she had been passed from one foster home to the next, like a worn-out book no one wanted to keep. She was an orphan, but her story was far from simple. With every family, she'd felt a strange and quiet discontent, a dark part of her she had never quite understood.
