🌙 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.