Dreamland Stories

Lila had always been different from other kids in her small town. While her friends played in the park or stayed indoors watching TV, she preferred climbing up to her house’s rooftop at night, wrapping herself in a thick blanket, and staring at the sky. To her, the stars were more than just shining dots—they were alive. She often imagined they were watching over her, blinking in secret code. One quiet summer night, the air was unusually still. No crickets chirped, no wind brushed past her cheeks. It was in that silence that she heard it for the first time—a faint, musical whisper. At first, she thought it was her imagination. But as she closed her eyes, the sound became clearer, like a lullaby sung in a language she didn’t know but somehow understood. “Follow the light… follow the song…” the voice seemed to say. Her heart pounded. She sat up and scanned the sky. One star—brighter than the rest—seemed to twinkle in rhythm with the melody. Night after night, Lila returned to her rooftop,...