The Legend of the Wh

His breath grew more and more labored, his lungs like a bellows struggling for air. He found some strength somewhere to shake with the effort of raising his hand to touch that tiny flower-like face, forcing a smile.,The clouds are azure and seem to bring rain. The water is placid and gives rise to mist.,Survival in the forest is paramount, encompassing hunting, sustenance, and maintaining bodily functions.。