than when they’re awake.
The light helps ease their burdens.”
The Prince sat silent, eyes half-closed.
The Fox sighed – deeply. Truly.
Masha looked at the stone
as if it had fallen from the stars.
As if it were a promise.
Cinderella smiled softly:
– “So… you’ve been there.
Where the wind comes to rest.”
The White Giant didn’t answer.
He only looked to the sky.
And there —
in that very moment —
a single star drifted slowly across.
As if someone, very wise… and very light…
had silently waved to them from above.
The Tale of the Blue Giant:
The City Made of Sound
The fire crackled softly.
Sparks drifted lazily upward, vanishing into the dark sky.
Even the shadows seemed to freeze, clinging to the trees —
as if listening.
– “Who will tell the next story?” – asked the Fox,
casting a sly glance at the Blue Giant.