I had heard people talk about "stolen stars" before, but I dismissed it as superstition. Life used to feel promising. I was ambitious, full of energy, and always had big dreams. But at some point, everything changed. Opportunities slipped away, my hard work led nowhere,

I never believed in the supernatural, nor did I think that objects could hold power over someone’s life. That all changed the day I stumbled upon something buried deep in my late grandfather’s old wooden chest. I had recently moved back into my ancestral home

My last relationship left me shattered. I had given it my all, believing he was the one. But just when I thought we were heading toward a future together, he broke my heart in the most painful way. The betrayal, the lies, the empty promises,

I had always been self-conscious about my weight. Growing up, I was the “big girl” in every room, the one people glanced at before whispering, the one who struggled to find clothes that actually fit right. While my friends effortlessly wore stylish outfits, I hid