Unpublished bedtime story

Creating a moment of connection between you and your child before bed is a gift for both of you. This story was written to calm, enchant and teach gently. By reading to your child, you help them imagine, take a deep breath and relax. Keep your voice soft, unhurried — and allow the magic of the forest to touch your heart too. Happy reading and sweet dreams. 🌙✨

🌙 The Forest of Luminous Wings

In a hidden valley where the sky touched the mountains and the leaves sang in the wind, there was a forest that no one could find on maps. There, the animals were not common: there were hares with cloud ears, owls with eyes that shone like stars and, most importantly, creatures with wings made of light — the Alarins.

Lume was the youngest of the Alarins. His wings shone a soft blue, like the sky just before dawn. But there was a problem: his wings did not glow at night. While everyone flew, forming trails of color in the dark sky, Lume remained on the ground, huddled between the warm roots of the Heart Tree.

“Maybe I wasn’t born to shine at night...,” he thought, trying to smile.

One night, while the others slept among the fragrant branches of jasmine, Lume heard a distant cry coming from the deepest part of the forest. Without thinking much, even without the glow of his wings, he followed the sound.

He passed by whispering lakes and butterflies sleeping with their petals, until he found an animal wrapped in leaves: a Tiger, a rare creature with a feline body and a mossy tail. It trembled, trapped in branches that had fallen due to the strong wind.

Lume, even though small, used his wings as leverage, pushing, pulling, until he freed the Tiger. His body sweated light — not strong like the others, but firm, warm, constant.

“Why did you help me?” — asked the Tiger, with a voice like soft thunder.

— Because you needed it, and I was close by, Lume replied, simply.

As they walked back together along the damp trail, something magical happened: Lume's trail on the ground began to shine. Not in the sky, like the others, but on the path. Each step left a soft light behind, as if stars were sprouting from the earth.

The next morning, the entire forest woke up to the news: Lume didn't fly high, but she was the one who lit the way for everyone. From then on, whenever someone got lost, it was Lume's trail that guided them back.

No one doubted it anymore: her light was different — and exactly for that reason, so necessary.

And so, in the Forest of Luminous Wings, they learned that there is more than one way to shine.

Thank you for reading this far, comment if you liked the story and until the next post. Good night!