When I was getting ready for the wedding, I heard about the death of Asfaw

As the townspeople went about their daily routines, a bustling market square emerged, with stalls adorned in a kaleidoscope of colors offering an array of goods, from exotic spices to handmade crafts. The jovial chatter of merchants mingled with the laughter of children chasing after playful butterflies, creating a symphony of sound that became the heartbeat of Eldoria. The central square, adorned with an ancient fountain that whispered tales of bygone eras, served as a meeting point for both the young and the old, fostering a sense of community that transcended generations.

Eldoria's charm extended beyond its vibrant marketplace; it also boasted a mystical forest on its outskirts, a place where legends whispered of enchantments and magical creatures. The dense canopy of ancient trees stood tall and proud, their leaves forming a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns on the forest floor. Rumors circulated among the townsfolk of ethereal spirits that danced beneath the moonlit branches, casting spells that only those with pure hearts could witness.