27 October 2025 @marinnewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2903: One Of Us.

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This is my post on #freewriters2903 #dailyprompt one of us hosted by @marinnewest's. In a quiet village nestled between emerald hills, lived Elara, one of us—a dreamer with eyes like starlit skies. Unlike her kin, who tended fields and wove tales of tradition, Elara yearned for the unknown. Each dawn, she’d climb the highest hill, sketching clouds that whispered secrets of distant worlds. One morning, a glimmer caught her eye—a silver shard, half-buried in moss, pulsing faintly. It wasn’t stone or metal, but something alive, humming with energy. Elara, heart racing, touched it. A vision flooded her: cities of light, skies ablaze with colors, and voices calling her name. She pocketed the shard, its warmth urging her forward. The village elders warned against it. “Leave the unknown alone,” they said. But Elara couldn’t. At night, she snuck to the hill, shard in hand, and saw it glow brighter, syncing with her heartbeat. It was a key, she realized, to a door beyond the stars. One night, under a moonless sky, she pressed the shard to her chest. A portal swirled open, radiant and vast. Elara stepped through, leaving the village behind. She found herself in a cosmos of endless horizons, where beings of light greeted her as kin. She wasn’t just one of us anymore—she was a bridge between worlds. Back home, her sketches became legends, inspiring others to look up, wonder, and dream of the infinite.