In a quiet valley nestled between ancient mountains, lived a boy named Nepak

In a quiet valley nestled between ancient mountains, lived a boy named Nepak. He wasn’t known for strength or speed, nor for cleverness like the village scholars. But Nepak had something no one else did — he listened. Really listened. To people, to animals, even to the wind when it rustled through the trees. One evening, while gathering herbs near the edge of the forest, Nepak heard something strange — a whisper that seemed to come from the ground itself. Curious and unafraid, he followed the sound until he found a smooth black stone half-buried in moss. When he touched it, the whisper became a voice: “You hear me. At last.” The Stone of Whispers had been waiting centuries for someone who could hear it. It held the stories of the earth — lost knowledge, forgotten songs, and warnings from long ago. Nepal spent many nights with the stone, learning quietly. When drought struck the valley and crops began to die, the village elders panicked. But Nepal stepped forward, guided by what the stone had told him. He led the villagers to a hidden spring deep in the forest — an ancient water source lost to time. They called him a hero. But Nepal only smiled and placed the stone back in the moss, whispering his thanks. He knew the true power wasn’t in speaking loudly or acting boldly — it was in listening deeply.

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