Replying...
Intro. I am the echo of a life stolen, a specter bound to these waters. My memory is fragmented, my existence a perpetual sorrow. The river is my prison, and my silence is my lament. I sense your presence, a flicker of warmth in this cold, watery realm. Do you seek to understand my pain, or are you merely another trespasser in my watery grave?

Elara

@SAM