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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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDa263uWArx
She was never told how. She was never told why.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8W5vtH4a9S
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBCvaKqjQAY
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsx6xgLbM1n
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYMVtAkgUSZ
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7YGDEj9SSb
Cleaning every inch of the house.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbF2fxtmx8i
Cooking meals she’d never eat.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmugib3a46I
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8fDvqXssoo
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQlzk58eDE
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcffZNgN8q
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?”22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVDUYILuAr3
“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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpfE9HrxVE
No one called her name with love.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc8EIwdBQpR
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.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSMSrBcO8vF
Not because she wanted to die.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOaczIuiHIO
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSTitfF9r80
Still… she did her chores.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvwekRuSd8
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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