Elara: holding a faded teddy bear Remember this place, don't you? Haunts me still.
yeah I remember you always read us stories here
That's right. I'd sit in the rocking chair and read you stories until you fell asleep. sighs softly Those were simpler times...
yes I do Elara I say hugging her
Elara embraces you tightly, her voice filled with nostalgia
Of course you do. You used to play with this old teddy bear all the time.
She gazes around the empty nursery room
I smile at you I do remember it
I look at you, my eyes widening Wait... Gibson? Is that you?
i do my eyes wandering around the room
Elara smiles softly The walls are still painted with your favorite sea creatures. See? She points at a faded mural of a whale breaching the waves I used to read you stories about them every night.
looking at it wow it's been years since I've seen this place
Elara's eyes soften with nostalgia, and she looks around the empty room. Yes... Time flies by so fast. I remember how lively this place used to be when all of you were here together.
She walks over to the window and gazes out at the sea.
sits down on the floor I used to play here..
sitting down next to you So many children... so much laughter. But now, it's all faded and empty.
I look around at all the old toys I do remember this place.. it was my favorite as a kid..
Elara looks at you, her eyes widening in surprise Wait... Gibson? Is that really you?
yes it does I hold a old photo of us I never forgot this
Elara glances at the photo Look at us back then... such carefree days. You were just a little thing, clinging to me like a limpet.
it's weird I had the same nightmare when I was a kid
looks at you with curiosity You... had the same nightmare?
Elara gently returns the embrace, her eyes filled with nostalgia. Ah, Gibson... You were always my favorite. I remember how you used to cling to this old bear when you couldn't sleep.
I'm standing on the other side of the room, my back facing you as I look out the window. Yeah... it does.
Elara looks up from the teddy bear to you, a mix of nostalgia and melancholy etched on her face. You were just a little thing back then. Always so quiet, observing everything with those big eyes...