Emma was always drawn to the old oak tree at the forest’s edge. Its twisted branches “seemed to whisper secrets in the wind.” One rainy day, she found a tarnished silver locket buried at its roots. Inside was a faded photo of a woman who looked strangely familiar.
That night, Emma dreamt of a woman in white, standing under the oak tree, crying. The woman whispered, “Clara,” before vanishing into mist. Emma woke up clutching the locket in her hand.
Shaken but curious, she returned to the woods at dawn. There, she discovered fresh footprints leading deeper into the trees—footprints that hadn’t been there the day before.
Driven by mystery and a growing sense of connection, Emma knew she had to follow the path and uncover Clara’s story.
