In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there was a modest woman named Elara, known for her gentle heart and compassionate spirit. Her simple yellow dress flowed gracefully around her as she moved, reminiscent of the sunlight filtering through the trees in the late afternoon. One fateful day, while tending to her garden, she discovered a young man lying unconscious by the riverbanks.
He was barely clothed: a loincloth was the only