Gerek cinlerden, gerekse insanlardan (olan vesvesecilerin şerrinden Allah'a sığınırım).

“You aren't good enough,” a voice seemed to drift in the air. It wasn't a loud voice; it was a shadow of a sound, a "Khannas"—a retreating whisper that returned the moment Elian turned his head. “That chest will break. Your neighbors only praise you out of pity.”

In a small village nestled between the Whispering Woods and the Silent Mountains, lived a young woodcarver named Elian. Elian was known for his steady hands and a heart as clear as a mountain spring.

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One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold, Elian sat finishing a cedar chest. Suddenly, a soft breeze—colder than the rest—crept through his window. Along with it came a faint, rhythmic scratching, like dry leaves skittering on stone.