Synopsis

The air hung thick with unspoken sorrow, a palpable weight in the ancient cottage. Elara traced patterns on the worn wooden table, her fingers ghosting over the cracks like memories struggling to surface. "It began," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "with a woman of power – a witch, they called her. She saw something in me, a spark I didn’t know existed. She offered guidance, taught me to understand…to *shape* what lay within." A shadow crossed her face, the light from the dying fire fli