Once, hidden behind twilight trees and misty meadows, there was a forest unlike any other. By day, it looked like any peaceful wood, but at night, it glowed, silver leaves shimmered, flowers whispered lullabies, and stars drifted low between the branches.

At the very heart of this forest lived an ancient, wise owl named Orla.

Orla wasn’t just a guardian of the forest, she was its memory. Her feathers held the colour of moonlight, and her eyes gleamed like twin lanterns, seeing not just what was, but what might be. When a new star appeared in the sky, Orla knew something or someone was coming.

The Journey to the Forgotten Grove

Orla chose three brave creatures to journey beyond the enchanted woods:

Luna the Lynx, swift and silent as wind.

Brillo the Hedgehog, who could roll through stone and sing to it.

Nip the Squirrel, clever and quick, with a tail that sparkled like frost.

Guided by Orla’s starlight feathers, the trio crossed rivers that whispered riddles and meadows that rearranged themselves. At last, they found the Forgotten Grove, once part of the forest, now cold and gray.

There, they met a lonely willow who had stopped singing. “The forest turned its back on me,” she wept. “So I let go of its song.”

Gently, Brillo hummed a stone tune. Nip offered a sunberry. Luna curled up in the willow’s roots and whispered, “You’re not forgotten anymore.”