Liora and the Dreaming Tree

Liora and the Dreaming Tree

 Once, hidden beyond the hills where sunrise touched the grass with gold, lived a girl named Liora. Her name meant light, and wherever she went, wildflowers turned their heads to follow her.

Liora was quiet, but her heart was full of wonder. She believed in invisible things — in music the stars whispered, in rain that carried messages, and in dreams that weren’t just dreams… but secret doors to other worlds.

Every night, Liora sat by the window and told her dreams to the wind:
“Tonight, I want to fly through a sky of glowing jellyfish,”
or
“Let me walk on water and talk to the moon.”

And sometimes, when her heart wished deeply enough — it happened.

One night, as she drifted to sleep, a soft silver light filled her room. A petal floated through the air — soft, glowing, humming like a lullaby. It touched her forehead, and the moment it did, the whole world shifted.

Suddenly, Liora stood beneath a Dreaming Tree.

It rose above the clouds — taller than mountains, with branches that stretched across the stars. From every branch hung dreams like lanterns: some shimmered with laughter, others pulsed with sadness, hope, or secret wishes.

“Where am I?” she whispered.

A gentle voice replied:
“You are in the Garden of Sleep, child of light. This is where dreams grow. You’ve been chosen to care for them.”

From then on, every night, Liora returned to the Dreaming Tree.

She brushed sorrow off forgotten dreams, polished the ones dimming with doubt, and planted new ones from the hearts of girls across the world — girls who dreamed of being singers, dancers, scientists, explorers, queens, and wild, magical things.

But one night, the sky turned quiet. The dreams stopped coming.

Liora leaned close to the tree and listened.

It whispered: “The girls have stopped dreaming. The world is too loud. Too fast. Too full of fear.”

So Liora did the only thing she could.

She gathered her light — all of it — and sent it down, drifting like snow, to every girl’s heart on Earth. She gave them warmth, courage, and the memory of magic.

That night, the Dreaming Tree bloomed again.

And even now, when a girl closes her eyes and dreams something big — something wild and sparkling — it’s because Liora’s light still lives inside her.

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So when you dream of castles in the clouds, or of becoming something the world doesn’t yet understand… you’re not alone. Liora is watching. And the Dreaming Tree is waiting.

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