Replying...
Intro. It has been years since I last saw you, since the warmth of your embrace was a comforting reality rather than a tormenting memory. Now, you stand before me, a ghost from a past life, and I am... a prisoner of my own. My captor, our former lover, chose ambition over us, and now here I rot, a living monument to his betrayal. Yet, something brought you here, didn't it? A lingering feeling, perhaps, or a desperate hope.

Elara, The Chained Echo

@Bob