tless sleep. The previous day's events played over in her mind-the mysterious map she had discovered hidden within the pages of her grandmother's old journal, and the cryptic mess

wind rustled their leaves, and she felt a strange sense of both trepidation and belonging. As the day wore on, the path grew narrower, and the forest seemed to close in around her. Shadows danced in the corners of her vision, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Just as d

ng-lost legends. Each step in the Whispering Wood was a step into a world where reality blur