a painting of a tree with a full moon in the background

Once, in a quiet village nestled between misty mountains, there was an ancient oak tree that stood alone at the edge of the forest. The villagers believed it was enchanted, its roots weaving through time itself. Every year, on the night of the harvest moon, the tree would bloom with silver leaves, glowing faintly in the dark.One autumn evening, a curious young girl named Elara decided to visit the tree. She had heard stories from her grandmother about a mysterious figure who appeared when the tree bloomed--a spirit of the forest, said to grant a single wish. As the moon rose, Elara waited by the tree, her heart pounding with excitement.At midnight, the silver leaves shimmered brighter than ever before, and out of the shadows stepped a figure, neither man nor animal, but something in between. The spirit looked at Elara with kind eyes and asked, “What is your wish?”Elara thought for a moment. She could ask for wealth, or beauty, or fame. But instead, she whispered, “I wish for the wisdom to know what’s truly im