The Bridge Between Worlds
Page 1
It was a quiet evening when the first signs of change began to ripple across the village. Nobody
noticed at first, except for a child who swore the banyan tree whispered her name. The air smelled
faintly of rain, and the river carried the sound of something old awakening. By dawn, everything
would be different. Far away, a wanderer crossed the dunes of time, searching for something long
lost. Each step echoed the memory of those who had walked before, leaving traces of stories
untold. At the heart of his journey lay a secret buried deep beneath the sands of yesterday.
Page 2
It was a quiet evening when the first signs of change began to ripple across the village. Nobody
noticed at first, except for a child who swore the banyan tree whispered her name. The air smelled
faintly of rain, and the river carried the sound of something old awakening. By dawn, everything
would be different. Far away, a wanderer crossed the dunes of time, searching for something long
lost. Each step echoed the memory of those who had walked before, leaving traces of stories
untold. At the heart of his journey lay a secret buried deep beneath the sands of yesterday.
Page 3
It was a quiet evening when the first signs of change began to ripple across the village. Nobody
noticed at first, except for a child who swore the banyan tree whispered her name. The air smelled
faintly of rain, and the river carried the sound of something old awakening. By dawn, everything
would be different. Far away, a wanderer crossed the dunes of time, searching for something long
lost. Each step echoed the memory of those who had walked before, leaving traces of stories
untold. At the heart of his journey lay a secret buried deep beneath the sands of yesterday.
Page 4
It was a quiet evening when the first signs of change began to ripple across the village. Nobody
noticed at first, except for a child who swore the banyan tree whispered her name. The air smelled
faintly of rain, and the river carried the sound of something old awakening. By dawn, everything
would be different. Far away, a wanderer crossed the dunes of time, searching for something long
lost. Each step echoed the memory of those who had walked before, leaving traces of stories
untold. At the heart of his journey lay a secret buried deep beneath the sands of yesterday.
Page 5
It was a quiet evening when the first signs of change began to ripple across the village. Nobody
noticed at first, except for a child who swore the banyan tree whispered her name. The air smelled
faintly of rain, and the river carried the sound of something old awakening. By dawn, everything
would be different. Far away, a wanderer crossed the dunes of time, searching for something long
lost. Each step echoed the memory of those who had walked before, leaving traces of stories
untold. At the heart of his journey lay a secret buried deep beneath the sands of yesterday.
