Afra Syab

The Farmer and the Forgotten Crown. AI-Generated.

There was once a quiet little village where time moved slowly. People rose with the sun, worked with their hands, and fell asleep under stars with nothing but the sound of crickets and the rustling wind. In one of the smallest houses at the edge of the village lived an old farmer. His name wasn’t known outside his community, but everyone around him knew him for his gentle smile, rough hands, and calm way of speaking.