Elephant's secret pain

555 In a quiet village by a dense jungle, majestic elephants roamed freely during the day, delighting the villagers with their majestic presence. They seemed like gentle giants, bathing in the river and munching on bamboo. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, shadows lengthened and the air grew cold, these benign creatures transformed. Ghostly figures emerged, shrouded in mist, their eyes glowing with an eerie light. No one in the village knew of these haunting apparitions. Faint whispers circulated about a cursed jungle, but no one dared confirm. The ghostly elephants wandered silently, instilling an unspoken terror in anyone brave—or foolish—enough to venture out at night. Despite their spectral forms, these spirits harbored no malice; they were cursed to exist between two realms, forever misunderstood and feared. Their secret remained unbroken, lingering in the thick, night air, as a mystery that no one would ever solve. know them