Years later, a girl found a journal beneath the baobab tree. It spoke of moonlit veins, of love and war, of a woman who chose peace over passion.
And the forest whispered again.
The story was not over.
Years later, a girl found a journal beneath the baobab tree. It spoke of moonlit veins, of love and war, of a woman who chose peace over passion.
And the forest whispered again.
The story was not over.