REFLECTION

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over Sambhu, a village nestled at the edge of the Whispering Woods. Towering trees with emerald canopies swayed gently in the evening breeze, their leaves rustling softly, as if sharing secrets with each other. The air buzzed with the scent of blooming wildflowers and freshly cut grass, but there was an undercurrent of tension that thrummed through the village.