Time flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with it the currents of change and renewal. In the wake of the battle, the forest began to mend itself, stitching together the torn fabric of life with threads of resilience. With each passing day, I witnessed the land's gradual transformation, a reflection of our own healing journey.
The once-ruined landscape now bore the marks of growth and
rejuvenation. New shoots of green pierced the soil, reaching for the warmth of
the sun. The air was sweet with the scent of earth and blossoms, as the green
orbed herbal withes came to help replant our forest. They brought with them
seeds imbued with magical energy, ensuring that the land would flourish once
again.
My mother and I worked alongside them, our hands in the soil,
our intentions rooted in
