Magali -

Following the sound, she found a small, glowing patch of moss. In the middle sat a creature no bigger than a kitten—a moon-hare with fur as white as clouds and eyes like amethyst. But the hare was sad, shivering without its luster.

Magali smiled. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I know this forest."

The moon-hare leaped with joy, and as it touched the pearls, a radiant light burst forth, illuminating the entire riverbank and filling the air with the scent of jasmine. Magali

The hare pointed to the river with a trembling paw. The water had washed away the Moon-Pearls—small, glowing stones that fed the forest's light—and they were stuck on a high, jagged branch of an ancient willow tree.

One evening, while drawing in her sketchpad near the river, she heard a sound like tiny silver bells. Following the sound, she found a small, glowing

Magali wasn’t like the other children in her village. While they played tag in the dusty streets, Magali spent her afternoons listening to the forest. She knew where the oldest oaks hid their acorns, and she could tell by the sound of the wind which berries were perfectly ripe.

"What's wrong, little one?" Magali asked, gently reaching out. Magali smiled

She didn't try to climb the tree, for it was too frail. Instead, she whispered a gentle tune to the birds, who loved her music. A flock of bluebirds swooped down, gently plucking the pearls from the branches and bringing them down to the moss.