Echoes Left Behind
In the quiet town of Serpens, nestled between hills and a forgotten stream,
a girl named Elara listened to the whispers of stars. They called softly,
bringing stories from across the vastness, weaving in and out of her dreams.
The first time she heard the echoes, she was drawing a map of constellations
she had never seen but somehow knew by heart. With charcoal smudges on her
fingers, she traced paths of lost souls wandering in search of home.
One night, under the verdant canopy of vines in her grandmother’s garden,
the stars aligned in a peculiar manner—an ancient script glowing faintly.
It whispered a name she didn’t recognize but felt intrinsically tied to
her being. "Anara," it breathed in a voice she could only describe as
melodic and haunting, echoing through time.
Elara's nights transformed into pilgrimages across her family's folklore,
tracing names and events buried in books of leather and dust, meeting
the fragmented past that echoed into her immersive present. In the entering
dawn of that awakening, she vowed to follow the path beyond horizons,
whispered promises guiding her dedication towards the unforeseen.
Years rolled as seasons do, and the realm of Serpens began to shift.
Elara became Anara, leaving echoes of her songs behind in places
forgotten by the so-called civilized progress. Upon her resting stone,
the inscription merely read, "Always was, always will be," resonating
through ages yet sung.
a creature's guide | star patterns' origins | in circular forms
a girl named Elara listened to the whispers of stars. They called softly,
bringing stories from across the vastness, weaving in and out of her dreams.
The first time she heard the echoes, she was drawing a map of constellations
she had never seen but somehow knew by heart. With charcoal smudges on her
fingers, she traced paths of lost souls wandering in search of home.
One night, under the verdant canopy of vines in her grandmother’s garden,
the stars aligned in a peculiar manner—an ancient script glowing faintly.
It whispered a name she didn’t recognize but felt intrinsically tied to
her being. "Anara," it breathed in a voice she could only describe as
melodic and haunting, echoing through time.
Elara's nights transformed into pilgrimages across her family's folklore,
tracing names and events buried in books of leather and dust, meeting
the fragmented past that echoed into her immersive present. In the entering
dawn of that awakening, she vowed to follow the path beyond horizons,
whispered promises guiding her dedication towards the unforeseen.
Years rolled as seasons do, and the realm of Serpens began to shift.
Elara became Anara, leaving echoes of her songs behind in places
forgotten by the so-called civilized progress. Upon her resting stone,
the inscription merely read, "Always was, always will be," resonating
through ages yet sung.
a creature's guide | star patterns' origins | in circular forms