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Once upon a time, in a small village by the sea, there lived a young girl named Elena. It was summer, and the sun shone brightly, warming the cobbled streets and whitewashed houses.

Elena woke up every morning with the excitement of a new adventure. She loved walking along the beach, feeling the warm sand under her bare feet. The waves gently caressed the shore, bringing with them shells and secrets of the ocean.

The narrow streets of the village were her playground. She discovered hidden treasures there: fishermen's shops with blue shutters, cafes where residents gathered to chat, and flower gardens where roses competed in beauty with the azure sky. .

One day, while exploring an alley lined with houses with red tiled roofs, Elena heard a strange noise. It was like a whisper, a call to adventure. She followed the sound to an old fig tree, whose branches stretched toward the sky like welcoming arms.

And there, under the fig tree, she discovered an old wooden chest. Its edges were worn, and the rusty lock looked like it hadn't been opened in decades. Elena sat next to the trunk, her white hair flowing gently in the wind. She wondered what it could possibly contain. Maybe love letters, treasure maps, or maybe even an ancient spell.

She touched the lock, hesitant. Should she open it? Perhaps the chest held memories from another age, stories of sailors and pirates, or maybe even the dreams of a young girl like her.

Finally, Elena took a deep breath and turned the key. The mechanism creaked, and the lid slowly opened.

Description
www.instagram.com/alicemangaka…

Once upon a time, in a small village by the sea, there lived a young girl named Elena. It was summer, and the sun shone brightly, warming the cobbled streets and whitewashed houses.

Elena woke up every morning with the excitement of a new adventure. She loved walking along the beach, feeling the warm sand under her bare feet. The waves gently caressed the shore, bringing with them shells and secrets of the ocean.

The narrow streets of the village were her playground. She discovered hidden treasures there: fishermen's shops with blue shutters, cafes where residents gathered to chat, and flower gardens where roses competed in beauty with the azure sky. .

One day, while exploring an alley lined with houses with red tiled roofs, Elena heard a strange noise. It was like a whisper, a call to adventure. She followed the sound to an old fig tree, whose branches stretched toward the sky like welcoming arms.

And there, under the fig tree, she discovered an old wooden chest. Its edges were worn, and the rusty lock looked like it hadn't been opened in decades. Elena sat next to the trunk, her white hair flowing gently in the wind. She wondered what it could possibly contain. Maybe love letters, treasure maps, or maybe even an ancient spell.

She touched the lock, hesitant. Should she open it? Perhaps the chest held memories from another age, stories of sailors and pirates, or maybe even the dreams of a young girl like her.

Finally, Elena took a deep breath and turned the key. The mechanism creaked, and the lid slowly opened.