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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCi8W6IgTs
She was never told how. She was never told why.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIFWj2pRQe
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfu9grpW8s
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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡShd8HwFY64
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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoQuHw6CyGf
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYY43oOWYBB
Cleaning every inch of the house.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjORpyS640g
Cooking meals she’d never eat.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡivHlUoyJhB
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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXMRlYepMDe
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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm6raPlIkU6
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdvKx9a2css
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?”178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDEyur5Pniz
“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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKlgCZZHfHD
No one called her name with love.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbgDStiMiCT
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.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuc03YwcqQ
Not because she wanted to die.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvVnKDmTC1
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoC9NmoEk7
Still… she did her chores.178Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgrSobRento
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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