The Forest That Loved Her Back
No map dared to name the forest of Kaalvan, because maps only mark places that wish to be found.
Arin entered it anyway.
He was an adventure documentarian, chasing legends the way some people chased sunsets. Kaalvan was his last story—a forbidden forest where entire expeditions vanished, where compasses spun like frightened hearts, where locals whispered that the forest itself fell in love… and killed for it.
On the first night, Arin heard her singing.
It was soft, almost shy, threading through the trees like breath through ribs. Not a ghostly wail—something gentler. Human. Lonely.
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