Elara: The Veiled One

Some truths are too ancient to die. Some mirrors never stop watching.

There is a name whispered only in forgotten halls and ruined sanctuaries.
A presence erased from scripture but not from memory.
Elara-the Veiled One, the Mirror-Mother,
She-Who-Watches.

They say she was once a mortal,
but no mortal weeps through time.

Those who see her face do not die.
They unravel.
Because she sees not just who you are-
but who you were
and what you'll become
before the lies you cling to have even formed on your tongue.

In a world where her worship has been outlawed,
a crumbling sect keeps her memory alive through forbidden prayers,
scratched into walls with blood and bone.
They do not worship her for salvation,
but for silence-
for the hope that she might one day forget them.

The story follows Mira, a woman born with dreams not her own,
who paints faces she's never seen and wakes with tears in languages she doesn't speak.
As her mind frays and mirrors begin to whisper,
Mira is drawn into the last standing House of the Veiled One,
where reality bends
and truth breathes through three mouths on a single face.

And as forgotten prayers rise once more,
Elara begins to stir-
not in wrath,
but in quiet sorrow.

She has no need to punish.
She only shows you what you've always hidden from yourself.

And when she lifts the linen from her eyes,
the past walks in reverse,
the stars blink forward,
and everything you are is left
naked, mirrored, and weeping.