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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡztCUSpq5Wp
She was never told how. She was never told why.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZK7nvSjFmi
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡChe6zR4cX5
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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjzb0l2NRwD
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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMV9RMYhHx8
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFkGA0Ff1qC
Cleaning every inch of the house.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNQ7lEgkGpy
Cooking meals she’d never eat.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4YBW3MmayS
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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9Z42hEtZV
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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnbLV7kR27
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbTaRV2rdHO
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?”38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWx4dq1Iw0
“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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7FfE3kAF0
No one called her name with love.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcriwrh3OaH
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.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVulRBYqFci
Not because she wanted to die.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ79fgVVshIW
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiaMiagmgxg
Still… she did her chores.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQzkZgZuUW
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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