One day, as he sat there, a voice—barely a whisper—called his name. Startled, Kiro stood and looked around, but no one was near. Yet, the voice persisted, soft and ancient, rising from the depths of the river. “Kiro...come.”
Intrigued and a little afraid, Kiro followed the voice upstream, deeper into the forest where the river began. The further he went, the louder the voice became, until he reached a hidden glade. There, in the center of the river, stood a bridge made of smooth, black stones. It arched over the water, untouched by time, and at its highest point, a large, glowing orb floated above, casting a soft light over the surroundings.
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Intrigued and a little afraid, Kiro followed the voice upstream, deeper into the forest where the river began. The further he went, the louder the voice became, until he reached a hidden glade. There, in the center of the river, stood a bridge made of smooth, black stones. It arched over the water, untouched by time, and at its highest point, a large, glowing orb floated above, casting a soft light over the surroundings.
👉Part 3 will be released soon‼️‼️
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