Ts Grazyeli Silva Free

From an early age, Ts displayed an uncanny affinity for the forest. Vines would bend away from her path, birds sang lullabies in her presence, and the wind seemed to carry messages only she could decipher. Yet the village of —a settlement built into the roots of towering silver‑barked oaks—treated her with fear. The elders whispered that the forest was cursed, that it devoured those who dared to pry too deeply.