The blue butterfly vanished into an endless sky, and for six-year-old Somila, the world stopped with it. The warm, honeyed air of the picnic, once filled with laughter, was gone. In its place, the cool, damp scent of the deep woods. Her own giggle was now just an echo, a ghost in the sudden stillness. The forest was no longer a playground. It was a giant, holding its breath. She hugged her tedd...
