In the quiet village of Elmridge, nestled between misty hills and whispering woods, lived a curious 12-year-old boy named Tarek. He loved exploring abandoned places and collecting strange objects no one else seemed to notice.
One rainy afternoon, Tarek discovered an old brass key beneath a stone in the woods. It was cold to the touch and engraved with swirling symbols that shimmered faintly in the dim light. That night, he dreamed of a door hidden in the forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to breathe.
The next day, drawn by a force he couldn’t explain, Tarek followed his dream. Deep in the forest, he found it — an ancient stone door built into the side of a hill, covered in vines. His hand trembled as he inserted the key. The door creaked open, revealing
