From Silence to Song​For Elara, the world was a busy, loud place she observed from behind a perpetual veil of silence. She wasn't truly mute, but her words were fragile things, often tripping over themselves in her throat, caught in a crippling stutter that made communication a source of deep anxiety. When called upon in school, she would freeze, the effort of forcing a single sentence out often ending in a frustrated, silent nod. Her shyness was a cage built from fear and misfired syllables.​Her sanctuary was the old, unused music room after school hours. Here, the piano was dusty