The villagers had always been warned: never drink from my well. They whispered about the strange occurrences that had happened after those who did. Crops would wither, animals would fall ill, and people would fall into deep depressions. But one day, out of curiosity and thirst, a young traveler stumbled upon the well, its stone walls worn by time. She dipped her cup, unaware of the warnings. As she raised it to her lips, a voice like thunder echoed: \You should not have come here.\ The well's dark waters seemed to swallow her, and when the villagers found her, she was changed. Her bright eyes were dull, her smile gone. The villagers took turns pouring out the cursed well, but the damage was done. The traveler's fate was sealed, and she warned the next travelers: never drink from my well.