There was a village tucked between silver hills and golden winds. The villagers called it Light Trance — where the air was calm, the streets quiet, and the people kind.
But kindness never reached one small, crooked house at the edge of the village.
In that house lived a girl named Elara — and her world was nothing like the name of the village.
She was told her parents had died when she was just a baby.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwF6DbhRMMt
She was never told how. She was never told why.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4pL8O1A59
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE9sMdIIN6B
Maybe she already knew the truth was hidden for a reason.
She had lived seventeen years in silence, raised by a woman who never offered warmth — her aunt, a face of stone and bitterness. Alongside her lived a cousin — the daughter her aunt adored. Smart, graceful, and glowing with privilege.
But Elara was different.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIZZz2fDfXb
Not by choice — by fate.
With her soft brown hair, ocean-blue eyes, and gentle spirit, she was beautiful in a way that made people uneasy.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKAL517uRA
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvUJ4gPHA9Z
Cleaning every inch of the house.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjYdSslZTCj
Cooking meals she’d never eat.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5JvwHQtrcw
Washing clothes, caring for plants, doing all the work… while never being thanked.
And yet, she did it. Not with joy — but with silent strength.
What hurt the most, though, wasn’t the work.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshLoOkwBa3
It was the loneliness.
At night, when her work was done and the world went quiet, Elara would lie on the flat rooftop beneath the stars — her only comfort. The stone beneath her was rough and cold, and so was the ache in her heart.
There, she would watch her aunt braid her cousin’s hair.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiizKcdZ6CT
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYUtLY8gcRs
She’d remember the way her cousin leaned into her aunt’s arms, safe and full of joy.
And Elara would turn her face to the sky... and wish.
“If I had a mother… would she have smiled at me like that?”795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg6v3Anjp5u
“Would she have combed my hair, fed me with her hands, kissed my forehead at night?”
“Would she have called me her light?”
Tears often fell silently, soaking into the rooftop stone.
Because no one ever came looking for her.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS18CLTwxtV
No one called her name with love.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mVvVpUbbo
No one waited for her return from the well.
And even though she was brave — braver than anyone realized — some nights, Elara wished she could disappear.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD1LOrxujuX
Not because she wanted to die.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9LKfCmcOG
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQjouHFPG2
Still… she did her chores.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEoHKC1O4Bh
Still… she carried her heart like a broken cup, spilling silently… but never shattering.
Having such wishes and difficulties she was happy because there was somebody who take cares of her wishes and love and was----
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