In a meadow where the grass whispered secrets, and the moon peeked gently through the trees, lived a young rabbit named Remy. Remy was no ordinary rabbit. While others hopped and nibbled and snuggled in their burrows, Remy dreamed of the wind, of flying, soaring, and drifting high above the world like the clouds he watched every night.

"Someday," he whispered, "I’ll ride the wind and see where the dreams begin." Little did he know… the wind was listening.

The Whisper at Dusk

One evening, just as the stars blinked awake and fireflies painted the dusk, a soft breeze curled around Remy’s fur.

It wasn't a regular breeze. It shimmered slightly, like moonlight on a bubble. "Are you ready?" it whispered in a voice like a lullaby.

Remy's ears perked. "Ready for what?" The breeze swirled gently beneath his paws and lifted him, slowly, softly, into the air.

"To ride the wind," it said. Remy gasped as the meadow fell away and the sky opened wide like a storybook.

A Visit to the Dream Garden

Soon, the breeze carried Remy to a glowing hilltop in the sky, a place known only in dreams, the Moonflower Garden.

Silver vines glowed underfoot, and sleepy blossoms opened only when touched by dreamers. Remy tiptoed through, and the flowers bloomed in soft puffs, one shaped like a toy carrot, another like a favourite bedtime blanket.

The breeze hummed, “These are dreams waiting to be planted.” Remy carefully placed one moonflower in his satchel. “For my little sister,” he whispered. “She’s had scary dreams lately.”