The toughest thing I’ve turned into a legend was when the old forest fell silent, the birds stopped singing, and the wind went quiet. I called it the “Forest of Forgotten Songs.” To smash it, I gathered every hidden tune I could find, slipped them into a wandering wind‑drum, and started dancing in the middle of the woods. The wind heard my rhythm, the trees felt the beat, and soon the forest erupted in song again, and the silence was gone for good.