Читать Tales of the Crystal Forest - Ольга Дурбан

Deep in the heart of the enchanting¹ Crystal Forest, where time seemed to stand still, lay a quiet little village. Small houses nestled beneath the lush canopies of ancient trees, their windows glowing with warmth and coziness. Children’s laughter echoed through the meadows, filling the air with life.

In this idyllic place lived an extraordinary² girl named Miranda. She was unlike other children, gifted with a rare and mysterious ability—she could see sounds. Each rustle³ of leaves, each whisper⁴ of the wind transformed into a swirl of colors, dancing before her eyes like living brushstrokes. Since childhood, she had understood the forest’s silent language, listening to its melodies⁵ and harmony.

Lately, however, something felt different. The music she had always heard in her mind was growing faint, distorted. The night before, a deep, unsettling⁶ sound had reached her—a whisper of many voices carried through the darkness. Were they real, or was the forest playing tricks on her? The question lingered even as morning arrived, the uneasy feeling refusing to fade.

"Darling, are you all right?" her mother asked gently, noticing Miranda's thoughtful gaze⁷ fixed on the window.

"Yes, but… the forest feels different today," Miranda replied slowly, trying to mask the uncertainty in her voice. She pushed her cup aside and turned to the trees beyond the glass. Their colors were not as vivid as usual.

Her father, watching her with curiosity⁸, said, "The forest is full of mysteries, but it is also full of life. If anyone can understand it, it's you."

Her mother rested a hand on Miranda’s shoulder. "Maybe a walk will ease your mind? Look at that beautiful sunshine. Perhaps it will chase away these troubling thoughts."

Miranda hesitated. The idea should have comforted her, but the strange feeling in her chest only deepened. Still, she nodded. "I think I'll do that."

Taking a deep breath, she quickly got dressed, her heart beating with a mixture of curiosity and unease. As she stepped outside, the cool morning air wrapped around her, crisp and full of the scent of earth and pine.

As soon as she entered the forest, Miranda noticed the changes. The flowers, which usually bloomed in vibrant⁹ shades, appeared wilted. The birds, whose melodies filled the air each morning, had fallen eerily silent. A heavy stillness lingered among the trees.