Elara;
My heart races faster as my eyes study this strange place and strange faces. Who are these men, and this old lady surrounding me? Why are there lots of naked ladies walking around?
What is going on? And why do these men keep referring to me as Elara? Who is Elara? Why am I here? My eyes run through my skin, and I notice how light I’ve become. My hands were longer, my skin thicker, my dress sense was looking different. My body was in a black bodycon dress that looked like a rag. It has holes that look like they were created from being dragged by an object.
I wasn’t a fan of dirty clothes, so how was it possible that I had rags on? This dress looked soaked with crimson, and condemned. Who is this Elara, and why was I in this dress? Why do they keep addressing me by Elara?
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