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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNTIgdgIzZ
She was never told how. She was never told why.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIM8V55f7B5
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRiymK7bpFg
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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsnUEq0YYBq
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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡktPVbU59zd
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCmo0lQVo0T
Cleaning every inch of the house.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsB5E4FuNoB
Cooking meals she’d never eat.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2T0ve4HkYq
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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOweAdb6DHJ
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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5l3mqjxlmM
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUislOZjHm2
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?”26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB26dWyufO8
“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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnFPOscJXEL
No one called her name with love.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg88X7PDSLB
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.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIteiRQTzug
Not because she wanted to die.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZFopKi7RI
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6pdY0cWsPB
Still… she did her chores.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFVP7oWZ8K6
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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