Elf maiden | instrumental music | white noise

YT: https://youtu.be/ddsteLWwJiM

Since she could remember, the girl had never seen a starry sky.

Specifically, it was the kind of sky where one could count the stars above, without any obstruction in sight.

This was because, in the towering forest where she lived, near the elven abode deep within, only from the royal residence atop the mother tree or from the cliffs of Mount Sental could one view the entire sky.

Many times, the girl sneaked out of her home, gazing upward in the forest not far from the village, but she could only ever see the dense canopy, with faint glimmers of sunlight filtering through, or perhaps a few stars peeking out.

They say that the stars in the sky outnumber the leaves of the mother tree.

They say that for every person in the world, there is a star in the sky, for each star represents a person.

They say that the stars scattered across the night sky, in full view, are like countless radiant jewels embedded in a dark canvas, reflecting the graceful, cool moonlight.

The girl dreamed of gazing at the stars, searching for the one that belonged to her.

She dreamed of piecing together constellations under the gentle, tranquil night sky.

She dreamed of counting the stars every night in a place that was hers alone.

Even such seemingly pointless dreams gave her the courage to keep living.

They gave her the resolve to escape this place.