In a quiet rainforest, where leaves swayed like lullabies and the air smelled of rain and dreams, lived a peaceful sloth named Sora. Sora was slow, soft, and thoughtful. While other animals rushed and played, Sora preferred to nap, gaze at the sky, and listen to the breeze.
But Sora had a secret wish, to find the Skyblossom, a legendary flower said to bloom only once, high above the clouds, glowing with gentle magic.
One evening, just as the stars twinkled, Sora looked up and saw a faint sparkle drifting down from the sky. “It’s time,” Sora whispered, blinking slowly. “The Skyblossom is blooming.”
Sora began the journey by climbing the tallest tree in the forest, the Grand Kapok, whose branches stretched so high they vanished into mist.
The climb was long, but Sora was patient. As he rose higher, butterflies guided him, and vines formed ladders just for him. After a while, the wind began to hum, and a gentle puff of cloud wrapped around his paws. He had reached the Cloudline, where earth and sky quietly held hands.
Friends in the Sky
In the skyland above the clouds, Sora met creatures he had never seen before.
A smiling wind fox danced on the breeze and offered Sora a ribbon of air. “This will help you float gently,” she said.
Further along, he passed a flock of cloud geese, who honked softly and formed a bridge of feathers. “Slow and steady, little one,” they whispered. “The Skyblossom only shows itself to the calm of heart.”
Sora nodded slowly, a small smile curling on his face.
The Garden in the Sky
At last, after what felt like a dream, Sora reached a quiet patch of glowing mist. In the center stood the Skyblossom, a silver flower with petals like moonlight and a soft light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Sora sat beside it, not to pick it, but to admire. The flower opened fully and released a glowing seed. It floated gently into Sora’s paws.
“A gift,” said the breeze, “for your quiet courage.”
Back to the Forest, Heart Aglow
Sora floated slowly down on a soft breeze, the seed safe in his pouch.
Back in his favourite tree, he planted it in a cozy patch of moss. By morning, a tiny glow peeked through the soil, a forest Skyblossom, ready to bloom again.
Animals gathered around, drawn to its soft light and Sora’s peaceful presence. Goodnight, little climber.
And goodnight to you, dreamer. May your dreams rise gently, like clouds chasing stars.
The End !