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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡos0h0rJJzx
She was never told how. She was never told why.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPZNgeeMh8U
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoB0639CKJn
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUgYmZUuaFx
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWS0vgJMn49
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2LtSJHW62
Cleaning every inch of the house.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG377w8hspv
Cooking meals she’d never eat.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡChwszC5bvh
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt9xAg8Szqt
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp9o6QqtSuq
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gmLM8KsON
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?”69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE4Dq07jRBq
“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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz48ouUV0wY
No one called her name with love.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSyT0YusivJ
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsHHoPxIAG
Not because she wanted to die.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL3Eax5vfbf
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQG2VjrFnP
Still… she did her chores.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMOdnhnSHh
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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