As we delved further into the heart of Ruflet village, the air grew thick with anticipation. Ava, Ema, Windy, and I followed the village elder through the winding paths, our steps guided by a harmonious blend of curiosity and reverence. The elder's presence seemed to command the very essence of the village, as if they were the living embodiment of its history and traditions.
As we walked, Windy's eyes darted from one enchanting sight to another, her childlike wonder evident in every expression. "Mama Ava, Mama Ema, look at that tree! It's so tall and sparkly!" she exclaimed, pointing at a majestic tree adorned with shimmering crystals that glowed in a mesmerizing dance of colors.
