Misty Ros

Echoes of Despair

In the desolate heart of Texas, where the sun weeps shadows upon the earth and whispers of forgotten tales echo through the abandoned factories, there lived a soul teetering on the brink of sanity. Her name was Elara, a fragile wisp of a woman whose footsteps left no mark upon the dusty ground, but whose presence hung heavy in the air like a shroud.