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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6AfRlh7ly
She was never told how. She was never told why.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86BjHOGlTS
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvcaRol3HP
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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHO4dS6FLZ
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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFSSSJTLpeu
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuvPLMRO8eW
Cleaning every inch of the house.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOTQYQfsSR
Cooking meals she’d never eat.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXPsFtCLuR
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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd3ClUfnvKw
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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQjuji7BHa
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7TcEauEC7
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?”811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZIZYFCy4KG
“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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpM42GMt3b
No one called her name with love.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPHySmMIbo
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.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURM6xCpF8d
Not because she wanted to die.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqG6pQPCAJG
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfVbdKfGS36
Still… she did her chores.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrboLiWNTVF
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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