Moonlit Path, Dragon Dreams

The moonlit path behind my window turned into a silver ribbon, and I traced its curve with a quill carved from old oak, hoping the ink might catch a fragment of the dragons’ songs I hear in my dreams. A small lantern lit by fireflies kept the shadows at bay as I penned a stanza that feels both hopeful and tender, like a promise to the sky. The old map I found in my grandmother’s attic, its faded edges tinged with dust, guided my thoughts toward distant lands where rivers sing and clouds swirl like dragons. Even when I am wrapped in silence, the quiet hum of the hearth and the scent of wild mint remind me that stories bloom in the stillness. #WhispersOfWonder ✨