By lizizoo on Skatehive
Kuana village, once a haven of peace, now lies in ruin. Its once-abundant resources have vanished, and joy has given way to calamity, leaving the villagers weary and distraught. The burning question echoes through their minds: How could Kuana village have fallen so far? https://images.pexels.com/photos/5572594/pexels-photo-5572594.jpeg?auto=compress&cs=tinysrgb&w=1260&h=750&dpr=2 source "Yesterday, the floods ravaged the Dondan market, leaving nothing in its wake. The market, once vibrant, now lies in ruins, the villagers are angry, they yearn for answers." Rondu said struggling to restrain his emotions. "It cannot be," Odama, one of the elders, erupted furiously. "Dondan market was a pillar of our community." "Enough!" interjected Adanu, another elder, his anger palpable. "Not only have our wells run dry, but our crops are withering as well. Kalis discovered his farm parched just today, and he is not the only one." "If we are suffering from a drought, how could the market have flooded