Ural

N a land not marked on maps, a forest lives between light and shadow, governed by laws carved into tree trunks, readable only with the heart. The forest pulsed with ancient wisdom, where the wind carried secrets and the trees whispered to those who listened. But the balance was broken... Fire began to creep in, hyenas betrayed the covenant, and fear settled in the birds' nests. The forest was no longer what it once was, and it needed someone who loved it, not owned it, someone who would hear its call even if it came from afar.
On a fiery night, a small tiger was born with no memory, but with a prophecy. His name was "Oral, " and his arrival was like the first raindrop on thirsty ground. He was not yet a hero, but he was the seed of the story, the voice of the forest that would restore its pulse