Sadam Hussain

The Lone King

The forest was not meant for kings. It was thick, tangled, and teeming with whispers. The tall trees, gnarled by time and draped in vines, stood as silent sentinels. Shafts of sunlight pierced the canopy in scattered beams, casting golden patches onto the forest floor. The air was heavy with the scent of moss, bark, and distant rain. And among it all, there walked a lion—alone.