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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3l8IrXp4J
She was never told how. She was never told why.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgfPWH1Ha6v
And for some reason, buried deep in her heart, she never dared to ask.
Maybe she feared the answer.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYizHdXfv0C
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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxypmtgp3JK
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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfpL0uvHJEq
She was thoughtful, capable, quiet — and for that, they hated her.
Her aunt gave her the hardest chores.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU0KI4EkbcB
Cleaning every inch of the house.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZc0HDwM9SW
Cooking meals she’d never eat.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRcQLTNUg45
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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ104yYbd9tK
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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡArirNt7pUU
She’d hear soft laughter, see the warm plate of food passed lovingly from mother to daughter.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡplwA78Fdqo
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?”56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLyM7uZTvRL
“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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKPDgTK1AVL
No one called her name with love.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5oL2nCFRBR
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.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC3GBLBspw9
Not because she wanted to die.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW6We3SOLdf
But because she didn’t know how to live without love.
Still… she got up every morning.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFhHjDlFwy
Still… she did her chores.56Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡueWROv6jfC
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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