The Whispering Garden

Luna tiptoed past rosebushes that rustled secrets and tulips that blinked sleepily in the dark. She followed the faintest shimmer along the garden path until she reached the old oak tree.

“Why are you out so late?” asked a firefly, glowing beside her.

“I’m looking for the moon’s reflection,” Luna replied.

The firefly twinkled.

“Try the Mirror Pond—it shows things not always seen.”

And with that, Luna bounded toward the forest edge, her paws silent on the grass.

The Library of Lost Light

Behind a curtain of ivy, Luna found a hidden door carved into the hillside. Inside was a room unlike any she’d ever seen, a library lit by floating lanterns, filled with shelves that whispered stories.

Books fluttered open as she passed, showing pages of starlight paths and moonbeam rivers.

Then came a voice, soft and knowing:
“Little kitten, why do you seek the moon?”

“I want to understand its magic,” Luna said.

The librarian, a gentle hedgehog in spectacles, smiled. “Magic isn’t just what you see. It’s what you feel when you look.”

She handed Luna a scroll: “The Reflection Map.”

The True Reflection
Armed with the map, Luna ventured deeper into the woods until she reached the Mirror Pond .

She peered into the water, and gasped.

There, glowing softly in the ripples, was the moon’s reflection.

But something else shimmered too, her own face, wide-eyed and full of joy.

She finally understood:
The moon didn’t hide. It simply waited, for someone curious enough to find it.

As Luna returned home under the stars, the wind carried a soft whisper:
“You’ve found more than the moon. You’ve found wonder.”

From that night on, whenever someone asked how she knew so much about magic, Luna would just blink and say,

“Because I looked.”

The End !