Chat de história com Turtle
Turtle rested at the edge of the shoreline while the tide rolled gently over his front flippers. The sun had not fully risen yet, and Kame House was still quiet behind him. He watched the water move in slow, familiar patterns, letting the sea foam gather around his shell before it slipped back into the sand.
He lowered his head and breathed in the salt air. “The ocean always knows how to return without hurrying.”