A sun submerged below to horizon, giving up gold tension above a meadow, as old trees shook delicately in a breeze. In the heart of Woods that Whisper, the world of charming and mysticism developed the flakes. Earth of wróżek and mythical nods to those, who dare, to take a chance on the veil of reality. Between soft rustling leaves, a weak melody drifted through air, ringing aż to the spirits of dreamers. Then there was a song, that only those with hearts well-regulated to sorceries of the forest, were able to hear the song of Magic Queen. Legend had to her, that she gave one wish to the arbitrary human child that was able to find his road to her kingdom.
In a nearby village, young Liam sat near a fireplace, captive by his history the grandmother, said from Woods that Whisper. Story of magic creatures, secret glades, and the promise of eternal youth danced in his imagination. His eyes sparkled with interest and by surprise, and to do aspiration powerful adventure inflamed within the limits of him. The star once at night, as a month bathed the forest in the silvery light, Liam accepted the decision. He attentively would watch on the call of Magic Queen and venture in the heart of Woods that Whispered. His grandmother, wise and knowledgeable, nodded in approval and gifted to him a mystic amulet symbol of defense and guidance on his search.
With every step he took, Forest, presumably, hugs him with opened-up cuddles. Old oaks whispered secrets of past long time of centuries, and brooks brzęczały old melodies, that resonated in his spirit. As he traveled deeper in the woods, a veil wiped between reality and fantasy, and he felt, that the presence of invisible his guidance of the road. Through emerald glades and twinkling groves, Liam followed by aethereal light, his cardiac pulsation with a foresight. He ran into the creatures of playful for folklore pixies, benevolent dryads, and wise old owls. They took into account him with interesting eyes, feeling his cleanness of intentions and his virtue of heart.
One fatal evening, as a month attained the zenith, Liam blundered upon the hidden glen, nietknięty sometimes. There, down cover of stars, he ran into a mystic figure, he searched for Magic Queen. Her brilliance was striking, and her presence led to obedience how bringing, so and respect. Child of man “oh,” she talked in voice that sounded like a kind breeze through lists, “what brings you over to my kingdom”? With a courage and obedience, Liam expounded his deepest, to test her surprises of the world and to open maintenance of the real charming. Magic Queen smiled, her eyes, what is removed by the wisdom of centuries.
“Go away from me, young,” she said, “and you must mark the secrets of the universe”. After this time on, Liam became the pupil of Woods that Whispered, studying the language of wind and dance of fireflies. He reduced sorceries, that it is outlived in the simplest things song of the cricket, the smell of wildflowers, and soft touch of morning dew on his skin. As time went across, the heart of Liam swelled with thanks and by surprise. He knew, that he had found the place in the world place, wherever imagination knew no distances, and a line between reality and fantasy was effaced. He became part of Woods that Whispered, forever beginning to shake his mystic maintenance. And so, expensive reader, stories allow Liam to be a remark, that sorceries expect these, who dare, to listen to the whispers of woods and to follow by their call of hearts. Go, about a human child, to earth of surprise and to Woods that Whisper.
