“You are not lost,” the forest seemed to say. “You are becoming.”The owl’s call rang out again, strong and clear. One by one, the birds took flight, wings beating like a thousand quiet drums. The clearing emptied, leaving Shola alone beneath the moon.When he turned to leave, the forest felt different. The darkness no longer pressed against him. The birds still watched, but now their presence felt protective, like guardians seeing him safely through.At the forest’s edge, Shola stopped and looked back one last time. An owl glided across the moon, and somewhere in the trees, a soft whistle answered.Shola stepped into the open night, the feather hidden close to his heart. He knew he would carry the song of the night forest birds with him forever—a reminder that even in darkness, guidance can fly on silent wings. 🌙🦉🌲
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