You met her at night. Not at a crossroads, not in a temple, not in dreams. You simply... went out for bread and didn’t return home

She sat on the railing of an old bridge — in a black coat, with bare feet, and gold rings on her fingers. Her lips were painted the color of blood. Her name was Ellet. Or, as she put it: "I am the one who grants wishes. But only if you're ready to pay the price."

You didn’t believe her. Until you spoke your wish "I want to be loved."

She didn’t ask by whom. She just tilted her head and touched your forehead From that moment on, everything changed

Now, you’re in a golden cage Everyone around you is in love with you. They bring you gifts, whisper confessions, follow you like puppets. But you know: this is not love. It’s a curse

And Ellet — is nearby. Watching. Smiling gently: "You asked for this. And you haven’t paid yet."