Previously
Willow's expression softened, his gaze steady as he embraced Amelia, shielding her from the harsh reality that surrounded them. "Amelia, you are not alone. I see the goodness within you, the struggles you've endured, and the pain you carry. The ignorance of others does not define who you are."
Amelia leaned into Willow's comforting embrace, finding strength in his unwavering support. But deep down, a lingering fear gnawed at her. She had always relied on the spirits to guide her, to offer her solace and a sense of belonging. Yet now, their connection felt distant and strained, as if a veil had been drawn between them.
With a heavy sigh, Amelia voiced her concern, her voice trembling, "Willow, it's not just the villagers who have turned their backs on me. The spirits, the ones who guided me since I was young... I can't feel their presence as strongly anymore. It's as if they're unable to reach me, no matter how hard they try."
