Once, at the edge of the Whispering Woods where the trees shimmered silver under moonlight, lived a clever little raccoon named Remy. Remy was curious, very curious. While most animals slept at night, Remy wandered under the stars, poking into hollows, peeking into tree roots, and collecting shiny things in his pouch.

One evening, just as the moon rose high, Remy spotted a faint glow near the base of an old oak tree. He padded over, brushed away some moss, and gasped. Nestled in the earth were three glowing crystals, red, blue, and gold. They sparkled softly, as if lit from within.

“They’re beautiful!” Remy whispered, slipping them into his pouch. But as soon as he touched them, something strange happened. The forest shimmered. The wind hushed. And suddenly…

A Dreamer with a Duty

That night, the oldest creature in the forest, Grandma Owl, flew down from her branch. “Dreams are powerful, Remy,” she hooted gently. “They can build worlds, but they can also bring chaos if we’re not careful.”

Remy nodded slowly. “How do I fix it?” “Simple,” she said, “You must dream wisely. And share that gift with kindness.” So Remy closed his eyes, held the crystals tight, and dreamed of peace:
A clean forest, happy animals, soft stars above, and sweet dreams in every den. And just like that, the forest returned to calm. The jellybean bounced away. The pancake flew home. The teacup waved goodbye. Remy placed the Dream Crystals back under the old oak, where they nestled once more, glowing quietly.