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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SKTRzYzB0
She was never told how. She was never told why.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdDKiXvjGwj
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xNTQiAAWe
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdAEGXFJHA3
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡchyukbtwrL
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2IMA0FwnH
Cleaning every inch of the house.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRnwuQJT7IX
Cooking meals she’d never eat.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡikcpOtLbdW
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDM0E3uYN4P
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡisBTK1bu9p
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaBlBmNL0rc
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?”192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVZADzv2jVC
“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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9KMbO4Hf7N
No one called her name with love.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIaqSiCh7pQ
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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWBVCSyhazV
Not because she wanted to die.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYPtxq4op8K
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBzXeLI03x
Still… she did her chores.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgWmdFudgt
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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