There once was a boy, a girl, and a puppy named Trick. The three amigos, as they liked to call themselves, had boxes of crayons, a treehouse, and an everlasting summer.
Friendship (F) = (Time (T) x Trust (Tr)) / Distance (D)
But what happens when time slips away? When trust turns brittle? The distance felt is never measured, yet always real. Inside their treehouse, they plotted the stars and the shadows danced long.
One day, they found a riddle carved in the wood: "To see the unseen, follow the path to the Forgotten Glade."
With Trick leading the way, they followed a trail of whispering grass. It twisted and turned until it opened into a glade where echoes from the past met the future's sigh. And there, the puppy paused, looking at something none of them could see.
As the sun dipped, sighs turned to secrets, and laughter folded into silence. With Trick at their side, they ventured deeper, guided by a bond that felt like a thousand stars pouring through the branches.