Muhammad UsmanβοΈπ
@muhammadusman
Short Story In the Valley of Whispers, trees sang lullabies and flowers glowed with secrets. Every night, a boy climbed the Moonvine tree to collect stars caught in its branches. One evening, he found a glowing feather β a gift from the wind. When he held it close and made a wish, the sky painted his dreams in colors no one had ever seen. From then on, every breeze carried a new story to those who dared to listen. ππβ¨
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