In the quiet heat of the afternoon, Bella and the Beast heard a soft, rhythmic song drifting through the leaves. It was Cici, the Whispering Cicada, whose melodies carried secrets of the forest.
“Every note tells a story,” Cici said with a smile. “Listen closely, and you’ll learn what the trees and wind have seen.”
Bella closed her eyes, letting the cicada’s song wash over her. The Beast nodded, feeling connected to the pulse of the woodland around them.
“Nature speaks in many voices,” Bella whispered. “We just need to be willing to hear.”
The cicada’s song grew louder, guiding them toward a hidden glade bathed in golden light.
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