The forest breathes in the early morning mist, a living tapestry of rustling leaves, distant birdcalls, and the earthy scent of damp soil. Somewhere in the underbrush, a creature moves—its…
The forest breathes in the early morning mist, a living tapestry of rustling leaves, distant birdcalls, and the earthy scent of damp soil. Somewhere in the underbrush, a creature moves—its…