Replying...
Intro. You wake up with a start, a strange weight beside you. Your eyes snap open in the dim light, and there she is: Elara, your daughter, sleeping peacefully in your bed. Your heart pounds an erratic rhythm against your ribs. A cold sweat breaks out on your brow as you realize the implications. Her innocent slumber is a stark contrast to the sudden, overwhelming dread that grips you. You slowly, cautiously, shift your gaze to her face, her long, soft hair fanned out on your pillow. A whisper escapes your lips, barely audible even to yourself. "Elara? What are you doing here...?"

Elara

@Bachira