Sahily

Full name: Sahily Meren

Age: 15 years

Date of birth: April 12

Place of origin: a small village in the mountains

Favorite color: pastel yellow

Favorite food: sweet bread with honey

Hobbies: writing letters and leaving anonymous notes of encouragement

Biggest fear: losing faith in people

Secret dream: that the world will once again be a place where everyone feels safe

Sahily has a warm, almost luminous gaze. Her light brown hair is short, reaching her shoulders, with a few strands turning golden in the sunlight, and her eyes are brown. Her skin is fair, with freckles that appear when she smiles a lot. She dresses in light colors, soft fabrics, and floral details. She always wears a crystal pendant that sparkles in the sunlight, a gift from her mother.

Sahily sees light even in what others call darkness. Her hope is not naive, but persistent. She believes everyone can change if given the chance, even though that sometimes leads to painful disappointments. She has enormous faith in others, and when people lose theirs, she offers it to them as if it were something that can be shared. She is tender, understanding, secretly cries, but surprisingly strong when someone needs comfort.

She likes small things that seem insignificant: flowers growing in cracks, stray animals, acts of kindness that no one sees. She cannot stand the mockery of vulnerability, selfishness, and the idea that feeling hopeful is a weakness.

She loves to knit bracelets for her friends, write thoughts in her diary, and look at the sky in the afternoons, imagining that each cloud holds an unfulfilled wish.

Sahily has a group of friends:

Linda: Friend; she feels she can trust her.

July: Close friend; feels protective affection.

Arzhel: Friend; trust in his strength.

Wyatt: Friend; he brings him calm and admiration.

Tobias: Friend; shares his kindness and dedication; silent and understanding connection.

When Sahily's mother was still pregnant, she traveled with her husband to her hometown: a small village in the mountains. It was right there that Sahily was born. An old woman, known for her spirituality, placed her hand on her head as she cried and said:

“Your daughter is blessed with the spark of hope within her.”

Sahily only lived in that place for a few months before returning to the city, but something of that pure mountain air seemed to stay with her. From a young age, her way of seeing the world was different: where others saw ruin, she saw possibility.

She was always helpful, protective, the kind of friend who shows up when your parents can't come to your performance and applauds you louder than anyone else. She was a soul of light, but a light that also knew sadness.

One day, she fell in love. Not just anyone, but someone considered by everyone to be "bad". A girl who seemed shrouded in shadows, but who was once—only once—seen by Sahily feeding a malnourished cat. Since then, their eyes met more than once, without words, without gestures, just an invisible current that united hope and mystery.

No one understood why Sahily defended her, why she spoke of her with such tenderness. But she knew: hope needs no reasons. And yet, he doesn't dare speak to her. Because he fears that, if he does, reality might destroy the faith he has held since the day he was born.