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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7yylQKIPN
She was never told how. She was never told why.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzs47aGbuja
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83huA0DzJj
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ugNxDuRwf
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIfP6ZdkagQ
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjzFHZts4wc
Cleaning every inch of the house.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOJNeOSSrn1
Cooking meals she’d never eat.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBrLCsSGIt
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡan5d31LTnS
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKgTAXsotZL
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCSPtwzXcX
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?”20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUS9Xx1i5pK
“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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkhIcgpZCU
No one called her name with love.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3FX8E1YYS
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.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgFxTuetj3U
Not because she wanted to die.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqHyMNbfIi3
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3numYaEhCf
Still… she did her chores.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu6RRf3I7RY
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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