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The look group gazed in hush at the interesting figure captured in Nadeesha's last photo. Fear prickled at their skin. Who—or what—was standing at the entryway of that ancient wooden cabin profound within the woodland?
Ravi, Nadeesha's younger brother refused to waste another minute. “I'm going after her,” he said, grasping a electric lamp firmly. Two of his companions, Sameera and Ajith, volunteered to go with him.

Guided by the photo, they looked tirelessly, following the limit trails, crossing shallow streams, and pushing through thick dividers of green. Hours passed, but they didn't give up. But when they were about to turn back, Sameera wheezed and pointed — a black out path that's barely visible, under the fallen leaves driven into more deep darkness.

They watched the path cautiously. The timberland around them developed frightfully calm, as if it's holding its breath. At that point they saw the ancient cabin from the picture. Its roof sagged, its wood eaten absent by time. A swoon light flashed interior.

Ravi called out, “Nadeesha! Are you here?” Quiet replied. At that point, the entryway squeaked open, and the tall figure from the photo ventured out. It was an ancient man with wild gray hair and a long facial hair. His eyes, in spite of the fact that he's tired, were kind.
"You look for the young lady," he said, his voice unpleasant like dry clears out. "She needs offer assistance." Without holding up for questions, he told them to follow him. They hesitated, but Ravi, eager to find his sister, stepped forward.

The man driven them past the hovel to a covered up way secured in greenery and vines. After walking for a very long period of time, they come to the edge of a rough cliff. Underneath, they can hear faint stream of water—the covered up lake Nadeesha had talked about.

“There,” the old man pointed. “She fell into the gorge close the lake's edge.” Looking closely, Ravi spotted a small hole within the rocks—a normal cave driving down. Without wavering, they climbed carefully into the opening.

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Inside the cave, the air was cool and clammy. The dividers gleamed with dampness. Slithering and crushing through tight spaces, they at last found her — Nadeesha, caught between rocks but lively, despite the fact that she is bruised and powerless.

Tears filled Ravi's eyes. "We found you!" he whispered. With exertion and teamwork, they pulled her up and gradually carried her back toward the woodland way. But when they turned around to thank the old man — he was gone. Totally vanished, as if he was swallowed by the trees.

Back within the town, Nadeesha recuperated. When they shared their story, the elders exchanged uneasy looks. "Long ago," one said, "there was a timberland direct named Sirimal who vanished when leading travelers. Some of the elders say he still watch over the lost ones." The old man they met had every each description of Sirimal.

Nadeesha in the long run returned to her natural life photography, but she never once more investigated the woodland alone. The covered up lake remained untouched, its insider facts bolted absent underneath the forest's thick cover of green.

And in some cases, on misty mornings, villagers say you'll be able see a figure standing close the trees — guarding the way that leads to the covered up lake.
Was it creative ability? Or was it Sirimal, still securing those who challenged to wander as well profound? As it were the timberland knows the truth.

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