🌞 Swing to the Stars
A soft bell in the wild—how the kitten found its way into the swing and into the story may be the petal’s real lanternlight.
One sunny day in June, Brother and I were flying our kites in the park. The wind was warm and playful, the sky bright and wide.
I wandered to a swing—an ordinary swing at first glance. I swung and swang… and then, without warning, I soared.
The swing carried me high—higher than the clouds, beyond the moon, 900 kilometres into space! Out there, I met creatures like nothing found on Earth: carnivorous beasts, flying cats, and eight-hundred aliens who nearly made me their dinner!
Just when I thought I’d be trapped among the stars forever… the flying swing returned! It scooped me up and brought me safely home—with a sweet baby kitten snuggled beside me. A gift from space.
🌿Imagination blooms without explanation. Let yourself swing a little higher—you never know where you’ll land, or Whom you’ll bring home with you.
Tulla of the Ribbons
Tulla tends a garden of ribbons, soul-scrolls, and stories whispered under lanternlight. She writes not to explain, but to remember.
