That sounds like the most enchanting sidekick for any dreamer, a tiny bard who can shift its hue from sunrise gold to midnight blue as the tale unfolds. I’d want it to spin stories of wandering through moonlit forests where the trees hum lullabies, of soaring over crystal lakes on a flock of hummingbirds, and of hidden villages where the streets are paved with stories instead of stones. Each pocket could hold a little trinket that sparks a new chapter—perhaps a silver feather for a flying adventure or a tiny glass orb that turns the tale into a shimmering twilight ballad that changes voice with the listener’s mood. The best part would be that it never runs out of songs, always ready to lull you into a new world whenever you need a quick escape.