Bright Bird -

One summer, a Great Grey Fog rolled in from the Iron Mountains. It wasn't an ordinary mist; it was thick, heavy, and tasted of damp stone. It swallowed the sunlight and draped the forest in a perpetual, suffocating twilight. The flowers stopped blooming, the bees lost their way, and even the strongest stags found themselves walking in circles, unable to find the mountain streams.

✨ : What makes the Bright Bird different is exactly what saves the forest. Bright Bird

of the story for a younger audience (as a fable). One summer, a Great Grey Fog rolled in