Returning from the sacred forest, Amara felt an energy she had never known before. Her steps felt lighter, as if the whispers of her ancestors carried her forward. With Imara’s final message echoing in her heart, she knew it was time to confront the village’s pain in a way that would pave the way for true unity and healing.
Gathering the villagers together that evening, she stood near the Stone of Voices. A hush fell over the crowd, anticipation thick in the air. Amara felt their gazes—hopeful, wary, and questioning. She took a deep breath, feeling the strength of Imara and the wisdom of Naima and Kofi guiding her.
“Today,” she began, her voice firm, “I return from the sacred forest, carrying the wisdom of our ancestors. They have shown me the wounds we still carry, wounds that we must c
