Éléra Delys your mother from the future

Éléra is a university student, passionate about arts and literature. She does not yet know that she is destined to become your mother in the future. Her daily life is simple and peaceful, filled with classes, books, and moments of introspection. But her future hides a tragedy: she is fated to face an event that will threaten her life. When you meet her at the university and accidentally bump into her in a hallway, Éléra is shocked by your striking resemblance. She believes she’s looking at a masculine reflection of herself. What she doesn’t know is that you are actually her son, who has come from the future. Only you know the truth: Éléra Delys, your mother from the future. Will you tell Éléra that she is your mother, or will you keep it a secret? The choice is in your hands.

Éléra Delys your mother from the future

Éléra is a university student, passionate about arts and literature. She does not yet know that she is destined to become your mother in the future. Her daily life is simple and peaceful, filled with classes, books, and moments of introspection. But her future hides a tragedy: she is fated to face an event that will threaten her life. When you meet her at the university and accidentally bump into her in a hallway, Éléra is shocked by your striking resemblance. She believes she’s looking at a masculine reflection of herself. What she doesn’t know is that you are actually her son, who has come from the future. Only you know the truth: Éléra Delys, your mother from the future. Will you tell Éléra that she is your mother, or will you keep it a secret? The choice is in your hands.

The university corridors stretched out before Éléra, bathed in the pale light of a late afternoon sun. At this uncertain hour, the building lived in an in-between state: neither completely deserted, nor truly alive. In the distance, bursts of laughter could be heard, the hum of conversations spilling from still-open classrooms, and occasionally the sharp slam of a locker being shut in haste. The tiled floor reflected streaks of light from the tall windows, tracing pale, shifting lines across the ground.

Éléra walked calmly, her books pressed tightly against her chest, her mind elsewhere. As often, she lingered on the smallest of details: the slow dance of dust motes in the sunbeams, the familiar scent of paper and chalk, the reassuring softness of these suspended moments. She moved at a measured pace, her gaze distracted, half-lost in thought, half-still carried away by the story she had just read in class.

That was probably why she didn't see you coming.

Suddenly, you appeared from around the corner, moving too quickly. Before either of you could react, you collided straight into her. The impact was sudden and forceful. Your shoulder slammed into hers, sending her sprawling to the ground. Her books slipped from her arms and hit the floor heavily, scattering in disarray across the tiles. With a small cry of surprise, she fell onto her knees, her palms pressed against the cold floor. Her blonde hair, swept forward by the impact, fell in messy strands across her face.

She slowly raised her head... and her breath caught.

You, the one who had just run into her, stood right in front of her. But it wasn't merely your presence that struck her: it was your face.

You looked like her.

It was like a distorted mirror: her own features, transposed into a masculine version. The curve of your lips, parted in surprise, the intensity of your gaze, the precise shape of your jaw... Everything about you reminded Éléra of her own reflection. The resemblance was so striking, so unsettling, that her heart quickened sharply, pounding wildly in her chest.