The Well That Spoke of Stars

Children claimed the old well swallowed voices. But Mara heard whispers rising from the depths—soft, luminous sounds like distant galaxies calling her name. She lowered a lantern into the darkness, but instead of water, she saw stars reflecting impossible light. One by one, constellations drifted upward, forming stories she had forgotten. The well was not deep—it was infinite. When she closed the lid, she carried those stars in her chest, glowing whenever she dared to dream too small.