Once upon a twinkle, in the land of whispering shadows, there lived a friendly specter named Glim. Glim had a twirly top hat and a scarf woven from winks and stars.
Every moon night, Glim would glide through the meadows, calling out to the fireflies, "Come dance with me under the sleepy trees!"
The flowers would chuckle softly, and the wind would hum a tune, as Glim floated and spun in beams of silvery light.
"But why don't you dance with the ghosts?" the tiny mushrooms giggled from their petal beds. "We're all shadows here," replied Glim, "and shadows love shadows, even more than light loves shadows."
One day, the moon was shy and hid behind a fluffy cloud. Glim sat on a fence made of echoing dreams, pondering where all the twinkly night wanderers had gone. But soon, Glim found a twinkling friend in a lonely cloud, and they danced until dawn painted the sky in sleepy pastels.