Whispers of the Earth
M Mehran
In a small, quiet village nestled at the foot of a great green mountain, there lived a boy named Aarav. Every morning, before the sun had fully stretched its arms across the sky, he would rise, tie his shoes, and set out into the forest that stood like a cathedral of life just beyond his home. The villagers called it the “Whispering Woods,” for those who walked its mossy paths often spoke of voices — not loud or frightening, but gentle, like the wind sharing secrets with the leaves.
