Once upon a time, when the sky was made of candyfloss, there lived a little songbird named Twirl. Her feathers were the shade of twilight, and her voice could make raindrops dance. Curious tales spun around her, stories written in the stars but never told below.
One day, Twirl found a secret page floating on a river, inscribed with melodies that nobody knew. The notes glimmered like tiny silver fish, hiding between ripples. She wished she could read them, so she decided to sing instead, hoping her voice would unlock the mystery.
Under the tree where shadows played hide and seek, Twirl began her song. The notes flew high, twisting and turning like a dance in the sky. Did the stars listen? Perhaps. Did the moon sway? Maybe. But one thing was certain: the song had no end, just an open door to a place with lost chapters and unwritten dreams.
And from that day, every creature of the wood joined her—friends and echoes alike—dancing to the melodies of a story unfolding with every beat of Twirl's heart.