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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm1K4eH47i3
She was never told how. She was never told why.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5woxy7A8DF
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5YJDNPuXo
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKlrTrQM9M7
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVv97LZ0yJG
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7HHFVhQddn
Cleaning every inch of the house.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsGMyJ42g1E
Cooking meals she’d never eat.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLHU7KqjqdF
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZir8X2m27f
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbK3fT9pSwq
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEPFTbVlGau
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?”80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6ROXVFQu4
“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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUnDDSPLO34
No one called her name with love.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9zoClmyTbF
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.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQ3StCWFpc
Not because she wanted to die.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd52lnUFnpC
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31mIajvZtk
Still… she did her chores.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHDHNSQ8uu3
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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