In the quiet corners of a forgotten village, where cobblestone paths crumbled under bare feet and chimneys exhaled tired wisps of smoke, lived Adelaine. Her days began with the sun slicing through the thin curtains of her single-room cottage and ended under a quilt patched with memories of colder winters. But her heart was never truly there. Adelaine often sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where she imagin...