STORIES 'ROUND THE CAMPFIRE AND SPARKLING SKIES

As twilight falls over the campsite, the air breathes with the scent of pine needles and damp earth. A gentle breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying the melodies of crickets and the distant howl of a lone wolf. Around the crackling campfire, shadows dance and flicker, creating an atmosphere of wonder. We gather closer, our faces illuminated by