In a realm where time flowed like a gentle river, untouched by the harsh currents of reality, lived Elara—a being born from whispers of the moon and the breath of twilight. She was neither human nor spirit, but something in between, woven from the dreams of the night sky. Her beauty was ethereal, with a grace that made the wind hold its breath and the stars shimmer just a little brighter in her presence. Elara wandered the edges of a hidden forest, a place where sunlight kissed...