When Willow Wind Whispered Hope

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…The acorn was still there, its shimmer now a gentle, steady glow, its melody a soft, contented hum. She felt a profound sense of peace settle over her, a quiet understanding. She hadn’t consciously tried to awaken the magic. It had happened, because her heart, in that moment, had been pure. As the wave of colour continued to spread, touching every corner of the Whispering Woods, Willow knew that her life, and the life of her home, would never be the same. The curious squirrel had become something more. She was the guardian. She was the awakening. And as the forest sang its rediscovered colours, Willow Wind whispered her own silent promise: she would protect this magic, always.