The Guardian of the Whispering Forest

The Whispering Forest Mira had always been warned not to wander into the forest after dusk,

but curiosity was stronger than fear. One evening, as the sun dipped below the hills,

she slipped past the village gate and stepped beneath the ancient trees. The air felt cooler,

heavier, as if the forest were holding its breath. As she walked deeper,

faint whispers drifted through the branches. They weren’t frightening—more like someone trying to guide her.

Drawn in, Mira followed the sound until she reached a small clearing lit by

a pale moonbeam. In the center stood a single tree unlike any she had seen. Its bark shimmered

with silver patterns, and at its roots rested a smooth, glowing stone. When Mira touched