Mira and the Whispering Vines

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Long ago, before vines knew how to climb, there was a girl named Mira. She lived where the trees grew tall and the air felt warm like a blanket. Every morning, she walked barefoot on the soft earth. The vines hummed just for her. One day, Mira heard something new. A soft sound, like a whisper. She stopped. She listened. The sound came from the green strings on the ground. The vines. Mira knelt down. She touched one. It felt cool and smooth. The vines hummed just for her. But this time, they moved. Just a little. Like they wanted to reach something. Can you guess what they wanted? The vines wanted to climb. They wanted to touch the sky. Mira stood up. She took a step back. The vines curled around her ankle. Not tight. Just gentle. Like a friend holding her hand. She smiled. She knew what to do. Mira picked up one vine. She wrapped it around the nearest tree. The vine held on. Then another. And another. The vines hummed just for her. The sun moved across the sky. Mira kept helping. The vines grew taller. They reached the branches. They touched the leaves. They almost touched the sky. When the light turned golden, Mira sat down. She leaned against the tree. The vines curled around her like a hug. They hummed. She closed her eyes. The vines grew quiet. The jungle grew quiet. The sky turned dark. Mira slept. The vines kept climbing. And ever since then, vines curl around trees.

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