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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5WdWCTPXx0
She was never told how. She was never told why.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJH9ZORdfE
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1EiVf74AZ9
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSdCqlXb2E8
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIUwSgkwdH
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYHcmK21473
Cleaning every inch of the house.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSgMBqumfoY
Cooking meals she’d never eat.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEM0e7AoRA
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvNVGV8mH0
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5OcVJo1XXi
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEFgigOdv5e
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?”62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcS1DHwjudD
“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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZArsU3oVZs
No one called her name with love.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzegxizbjao
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.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy5I2I0CxC9
Not because she wanted to die.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjQsC4R4AGJ
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSC2RDWCTJA
Still… she did her chores.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKg3vvTZfO
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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