Mira's pen hovered above the page. The library hummed with quiet magic — the air thick with possibility.
"Write what you feel," the cat said softly, curling beside her.
She closed her eyes. The memories of her lonely days, the ache in her chest, the flicker of hope from the glowing book — all poured into her words.
The words shimmered, then lifted off the page like tiny fireflies, swirling around the room.
Suddenly, the library transformed.
The walls melted into vast skies streaked with stars, the shelves turned into trees, their leaves fluttering pages. Around her, other Storywalkers smiled and joined in, weaving their own light and stories into the space.
"You see," the boy with moss hair said, "this is the heart of the story — it's not just words on paper. It's life, connection, and the courage to keep going."
Mira felt warmth in her chest, a spark that blossomed into something brighter than before.
"You're not just a reader anymore," the cat said, "You're a creator, a healer, a dreamer."
She smiled, ready to write the next adventure — not just in the book, but in her life.
And somewhere, far away, the first glow of dawn crept into her room.
The story had just begun. Her real story.
(Fun stories by Gabrielle Ehi).