In a quaint coastal village, inbetween rugged cliffs and the endless expanse of the sea, lived a young girl named Elara. Her eyes held the wisdom of someone who had seen both storms and calm waters. Elara was known for her kindness, her gentle words like the soothing lull of waves against the shore.

One day, as the sun went below the horizon, casting a golden net across the water, Elara sat on the weathered rocks. She watched the waves crash against the shore, each one carrying stories of distant lands and forgotten dreams. The villagers often sought her out, seeking solace in her presence.

One stormy evening, a stranger arrived a man with eyes as gray as the tempest. His name was Karl, and he carried a heavy heart. He had hurt someone, and the weight of his actions threatened to drown him. Seeking redemption, he sought Elara's counsel.

"Elara," Karl said, "I hurt her. My words were like...