Once upon a time, on the edge of an ordinary little town, there lived a girl named Luna. Each night, when the world slumbered calmly, Luna would venture into her moonlit garden, lying on the dew-kissed grass, her eyes dancing with the twinkling stars above. It became a cherished ritual of hers, gazing at the heavens and whispering to them a wish so secret, so profound that no one, not even the nearest star, had ever known of it.
As the years trickled by, one dream never ceased to visit her — she longed to catch a star and hold it close, for safe-keeping, hoping to unlock its celestial magic to grant her heart’s deepest desire.
“If only I could arrive at Dreamland, where dreams are born!” Luna would sigh wistfully. Her imagination would paint vibrant landscapes of Dreamland replete with fluffy white clouds, mountains made of cotton candy, and rivers flowing with the softest melodies.
But alas, every morning, she awoke clinging to the thoughts of stars and dreams and would chuckle, “What a ridiculous girl I am, forever dreaming the impossible dream.”
Then came the golden night of the solstice. The air shimmered like a jewel box tucked away, unveiling its treasures. As always, Luna sank into her garden, letting cool blades of grass embrace her bare feet and tickle her chin, lost in the glimmers above.
Suddenly, the evening sky heaved an undulating sigh. A hush engulfed the bustling night. The world paused before launching into a spellbinding tale: a world beyond what any dream could envision. And in that very moment, Luna’s eyes shut gently and her heart, aflame with longing, unlatched every earthly gate to drift and soar high above the stars, unbidden.
And so she was transported into Dreamland where candyfloss trees whispered stories, and the sun dipped only to glimpse at her slumbering form. The celebration of dreams in the air was palpable! Rippling streams spoke to her and the enchanting tors turned to listen as they let the pleasantries weave their most precious silks into the soft-light night sky.
“Stars are stored here, haven’t you heard?” A voice as smooth as starlight broke into her reverie, and out leapt a creature so convoluted from shiny things that Luna took a step back, half fearful of cuddling this darting, magical thing. With a crown of twinkling stars shimmering atop its crown and bearskin carpet beneath its chin, it welcomed her heartily, one paw raised.
“We are all dreamers here. My name is the Dream Keeper, custodian of wishes and dreams.”
“What splendid cloth your hand is made of!” exclaimed Luna, now drawing closer. “Where did you find your coat?”
“From the dreams of dreamers,” laughed the Dream Keeper, showing his perspective and weighty paw with every sense of commendation.
“I’ve come to catch a star,” Luna gasped amidst her musings of finally transcending into Dreamland.
“Why ever would you want to do such a thing, child?”
“It’s my secret. If granted, it would make me the happiest girl on earth!”
“These stars you see are stars of the light! You can no more bind them in any part of your frame than you could imprison the dreams they usher into your sleep!”
“But you could… You must help me!”
“You must dream your wish! Trace a gold thread around it so it can realize itself. Then, permit your dreams to work freely in the rested night, and your wish might come true. Only believe and hope would that it touch!”
With hands held high, Luna cried with joy, “Thank you, kind Dream Keeper!”
“Follow your feet! Return to the soft white flesh of the Earth, where angels individually beckon upon your pillar nightly,” said the Dream Keeper, now by her side.
Luna awoke the next morning untouched by beauty, her memory enriched by every speck of blissful desire. Yet beneath her downy cheek lay a waxy fawn, blackhorned from tip to tail, with crumpled blue eyes peering with determined emphasis into hers.
“He was gift-wrapped by angels!” thought Luna, and lo! his little tongue instantly plopped soundly against her cheek. Not wishing to rob his gifted attribute overnight, Luna bolted upwards. The bouncing little goldfinch and a falling leaf nearest her pillow called for her intention. When the last of the confusion over these two occurrences slowly subsided, Luna muttered languidly, “Ah! My armor of dreams! Could it perhaps be that one or two have wiggled into my hair while I slept and made a drowsy mistake of born things?”
Then the recollection of her wish whispered daintily to her mind, “Where is my star?” she murmured hurriedly, covering her dreamy face with trembling hands.
Then she remembered: No wishes are needed to make a dream come true! And so, young dreamer, let this tale serve to remind you that sometimes in life, pursuing your dreams with determination holds the magic to turn them into reality.