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🌙 The Whispering Tree In a small village near the edge of a jungle, there was one tree no one ever touched. It stood taller than all the others. Its trunk was twisted like it had been frozen while screaming. The villagers called it The Whispering Tree. Every night at exactly 12:07 AM, the wind would stop. And the tree would start whispering. Not loud. Just enough.A boy touched the whispering tree at 12:00it said his name, leaves rose,the boy disappeared by morning.subscribe for part 2.thank u