Mistwood, a village cradled in the embrace of a dense, whispering forest, had always relied on the continuous cascade of Mistwood Falls. But when the flow abruptly stopped, the whispers turned into anxious murmurs, the kind that threatened to upturn a delicate balance that had held for centuries.

Brenna, a middle-aged botanist with the heart of an explorer, had returned to Mistwood just a month before the anomaly. Having traveled the world collecting rare plants and ancient tales, Mistwood's silence unsettled her deeply. She remembered the legends, the tales her grandmother used to share of Elowen, the spirit of the falls. Every evening, with the backdrop of the cascading waters, she'd been told that it was Elowen's songs that wove the tapestry of their world.

As the days without water turned into weeks, Brenna began to hear a faint tune....