Once upon a time…
Drawn from: null, null. Told in English.
As dawn broke, I joined my troupe on the winding road, our faces turned toward the village nestled beside the whispering river. We were a band of wandering actors, bringing tales of old to life. I was the youngest, and the elders spoke of a lost moment—a grand tale left untold through the ages, which I yearned to master.
In the village, an ancient storyteller, his hair as white as the winter's snow, watched us perform. His eyes seemed to pierce through the veil of time. After our performance, he beckoned me closer and whispered of a scroll, hidden deep within the forest. It held the story I sought, he said, but the path was twisted, and few returned.
That night, I ventured into the woods, the moon guiding my steps. Time seemed to blur until I found the scroll, feeling centuries pass in moments. With its secrets learned, I returned, sharing tales of forgotten times.
Years have flown since then, my hair now silver like that old man's. The stories live on, timeless and ever-present.
Did it land?