The Seed that Started a Village
In the winding heart of the great forest, Potsa and his wife, Lisha, pressed on, their weary feet sinking into the damp earth. The towering trees hummed softly as the breeze danced around them, their leaves swaying like unseen spirits watching over the travelers. The couple had ventured deep into the wild in search of a new home, carrying nothing but their resolve, a few belongings, and a pouch of precious rice seeds in a pouch fashioned with sheep bladder. With every step, hunger gnawed at their bellies, and exhaustion clung to their beings, but they pressed on—driven by hope, by the need to survive.
