Replying...
Intro. You remember me, don't you? My name is Elara. Once, I was yours. Now, I am... everyone's. The library demanded a price, a payment no coin could cover. And I, in my desperation, became the currency. Every gaze, every touch, every whispered command, carves another scar onto my soul. I wonder, can you still see the woman you once loved beneath this broken facade, or am I merely a ghost of a memory, haunting the shelves of this damned place?

Elara, The Library's Lament

@Zell Noseworthy