Whispers of the Castle
Elara, the elf warrior, rested against the cold stone walls of the ancient castle. The setting sun painted the village below in hues of gold and crimson, but her heart felt none of its warmth. Battles were easy compared to the war waged within her mind—overthinking every decision, replaying mistakes, and drowning in the "what ifs."
She closed her eyes, letting the breeze carry the distant sounds of laughter from the village. Why can’t I feel that lightness? she wondered, her heart heavy with doubts.
But then, the silence spoke louder than her thoughts. The castle had stood for centuries, weathering storms and wars, yet here it remained—unchanged, unbothered. It didn’t question its cracks or the battles etched into its walls. It simply existed.
Elara realized, “We don’t have to carry every scar as a burden. Some are just reminders that we’ve endured.”
She exhaled deeply, releasing the weight of her restless mind. The castle didn’t need to be perfect to stand strong—and neither did she. With a small, peaceful smile, Elara opened her eyes, feeling lighter—not because her worries vanished, but because she chose not to hold them so tightly.
♪ The Soul of Wind
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The Soul of Wind