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Lily didn’t just *like* colors; she *loved* them with her whole heart! Red of a juicy apple, blue of the deepest ocean, yellow of sunshine – they all made her smile. But her very favourite thing was finding *new* colours.

One sunny afternoon, Lily was exploring her garden, which she secretly believed was full of hidden magic. She held her special “Sparkle Stone” – a smooth, iridescent pebble she’d found by the stream. Suddenly, the Sparkle Stone pulsed with a warm glow, then started to vibrate. *Buzz-buzz-buzz!* It tugged her gently towards the biggest, oldest oak tree in the garden.

“What is it, Sparkle Stone?” she whispered.

As she got closer, a tiny, shimmering door, no bigger than her hand, appeared on the tree trunk where there had been none before. It was painted with swirling patterns of colours she’d never seen: shimmering lime-gold, bubbly plum-orange, and a colour that was like a happy sigh. On the door, faintly glowing, were the numbers “1” and “0”.

“Scene Ten!” the Sparkle Stone seemed to hum.

Lily took a deep breath, tapped the door with her stone, and watched as it slowly, magically swung open.

A swirl of glittery mist, smelling faintly of blueberries and sunshine, spilled out. Lily peered inside and gasped.

It was a world made entirely of joyful colours!

A river of liquid sunshine flowed through the middle, its banks lined with trees that had leaves like giant, shimmering disco balls. Little creatures, shaped like fluffy, multi-coloured marshmallows, bounced along the banks, giggling. The sky wasn’t blue, but a swirling, delicious blend of cotton-candy pink, lemonade yellow, and grape purple. And the clouds? They looked exactly like giant, fluffy pieces of popcorn!

“Wow!” Lily whispered, stepping through the door. The air itself felt fizzy with happiness.

She giggled as she slid down a rainbow slide that appeared just for her, landing softly in a pool of squishy, glowing moss. A friendly marshmallow-creature bounced over and offered her a tiny, star-shaped fruit that tasted like fizzy raspberries and whispers.

The singing blossoms hummed cheerful tunes as she skipped past, and the ground under her feet sparkled with every step, leaving little trails of stardust. She even saw a flock of butterflies with wings made of transparent, shimmering jelly!

Lily spent what felt like hours playing in “Scene Ten.” She rode on the back of a giant, lazy glow-worm, helped the marshmallow-creatures build a tower of shimmering pebbles, and even tasted a piece of popcorn cloud – it popped gently in her mouth and tasted like blueberry pie!

Finally, the Sparkle Stone gave a gentle *thrum*, reminding her it was time to go. With a happy sigh, Lily waved goodbye to her new friends. She stepped back through the tiny door, which winked shut behind her, blending perfectly back into the old oak tree.

Lily skipped back towards her house, her heart feeling like a bouncy, colourful balloon. The garden looked the same, but to Lily, it was now filled with the secret knowledge of Scene Ten. She knew, deep down, that whenever she needed a burst of magical color, her Sparkle Stone would glow, and Scene Ten would be waiting.

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Leo wasn’t just any ordinary boy; he had a secret. Not a chocolate-under-the-bed secret, but a much, much bigger one. He knew how to find Magical Colorful Scene 9.

It wasn’t on any map, and you couldn’t get there by bus. You had to follow the giggling whisper of the wind on a Tuesday afternoon, when the sun dipped behind the tallest oak tree just so, and then, if you squinted just right, you’d see it: a tiny, shimmering doorway, woven from threads of rainbow mist.

Today was Tuesday, and Leo was ready! He tiptoed through the shimmering archway, and *whoosh!* He landed softly on a cloud. Not a grey, rainy cloud, but a cloud that felt like a giant marshmallow and glowed with a soft, pulsing light – lavender, then lemon yellow, then bubblegum pink.

This was Magical Colorful Scene 9!

Everywhere Leo looked, colors exploded! The trees had leaves that sparkled like disco balls, dropping tiny, edible glitter-berries that tasted like sunshine and fizzy lemonade. The river didn’t flow with water, but with liquid rainbows that burbled a happy tune. Little creatures, called “Puff-Puff Birds,” fluttered by, leaving trails of iridescent, glowing feathers that dissolved into sweet-smelling perfume.

Leo giggled and bounced on the marshmallow cloud. He picked a flower that had petals of every color imaginable, and as he held it, the flower hummed a tiny, joyful song and changed its colors to match his favorite shirt – bright blue and green!

He spotted a bouncy hill made entirely of squishy, rainbow jelly. He slid down it, laughing, landing in a pile of soft, fluffy moss that shimmered like a million tiny stars. He saw butterflies with wings made of stained glass, and tiny, friendly dragons no bigger than his hand, who blew mini-puffs of glittery smoke.

The most magical thing of all in Scene 9 was the Wishing Waterfall. It wasn’t water that fell, but a cascade of pure, glowing wishes. Each droplet was a different color, and if you caught one, you could whisper a wish into it. Leo caught a bright orange droplet. He didn’t wish for a toy or candy; he wished that Magical Colorful Scene 9 would always be there, waiting for him.

As the sun began to truly set, painting the sky outside the mist-doorway with sleepy purples and oranges, the colors in Scene 9 began to dim, twinkling softly as if whispering goodnight. Leo knew it was time to go. He scooped up a tiny, glowing pebble from the sparkly moss, a souvenir from Scene 9.

Stepping back through the rainbow mist, Leo was suddenly back in his garden. The world looked a little less vibrant, a little more ordinary. But in his hand, the pebble pulsed with a soft, comforting glow, a secret reminder of the magical, colorful world he’d visited. And he knew, with a happy flutter in his heart, that Magical Colorful Scene 9 would be waiting for him again, next Tuesday, when the wind giggled just right.Download ImageListen to Story ✨

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Lily loved exploring, especially when her grandmother whispered about “secret shimmer-paths.” One sunny afternoon, following a trail of sparkling dust, she found herself in front of a wobbly, iridescent sign that blinked: **”Magical Colorful Scene #8″** in wobbly, rainbow letters.

Pushing past a curtain of shimmering ribbons, Lily gasped. She had stepped into a world painted with light!

The grass wasn’t green; it was a patchwork quilt of amethyst purple, sunflower yellow, and shimmering teal, and it softly bounced with every step. Trees had leaves that weren’t just green, but every color of the rainbow, constantly shifting. One leaf might be fiery orange, then shimmer into a calm periwinkle, then wink a bright lime green.

A river of liquid glitter snaked through the scene, gurgling with tiny, tinkling sounds like wind chimes. And floating on its surface weren’t ducks, but little fluffy clouds, each one a different pastel shade – rose pink, sky blue, lemon yellow – that popped softly, like silent bubbles, releasing a shower of tiny, edible sparkles! Lily giggled, catching a few on her tongue. They tasted like sunshine and blueberry pie.

Suddenly, a tiny creature with fur like spun moonlight zoomed past her, leaving a trail of shimmering stardust. It had big, curious eyes and a long, swishy tail that changed colors with every wag. “Hee-hee!” it seemed to giggle, its fur shifting from electric blue to bright fuchsia as it bounced.

“Hello!” Lily whispered.

The creature stopped, its tail twitching. Its fur turned soft lavender. It nudged a large, round flower with petals like stained glass. As it touched the flower, the petals burst open, releasing a kaleidoscope of tiny, glowing butterflies that fluttered around Lily’s head, each one humming a different note of a cheerful tune.

Lily spent the afternoon chasing the stardust creature (she named him “Twinklepuff”), jumping on the bouncy grass, and splashing her fingers in the glitter river. She even found a rock that hummed with all the colors, glowing brighter when she sang her favorite song.

As the wobbly sun, which was currently striped with orange, pink, and violet, began to set, Lily knew it was time to go. She waved goodbye to Twinklepuff, whose fur turned a comforting emerald green.

Stepping back through the shimmering ribbons, Lily found herself on her own familiar path, but everything looked a little brighter, a little more magical. She smiled, knowing that somewhere out there, “Magical Colorful Scene #8” was waiting for its next visitor, filled with bouncy grass, glitter rivers, and the delightful sound of popping color-clouds. And perhaps, she thought, there were seven more scenes to find, and many more after that!

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Lily loved adventures, especially the ones that sparkled. And today, her guide was Glimmer, a tiny, zippy sprite no bigger than her thumb, whose wings shimmered with every color of a secret rainbow.

“Are we almost there, Glimmer?” Lily whispered, skipping over a patch of moss that glowed like sleepy emeralds.

Glimmer zipped in a figure-eight, leaving a trail of glitter that smelled like blueberry jam. “Almost to Magical Colorful Scene Seven!” he chirped, his voice like tiny bells. “The Seventh Color Garden awaits!”

They tiptoed through a shimmering curtain of light that felt like warm fizzy pop. On the other side, Lily gasped.

This wasn’t just colorful; it was *alive* with color!

The ground beneath her feet wasn’t grass, but a bouncy, squishy carpet of ‘Chroma-Moss’ that changed color with every step she took. Step *red*, and it felt warm like a hug. Step *blue*, and it felt cool like a sip of water.

Tall, slender ‘Glow-Petal Trees’ reached up to the sky. Their leaves weren’t green, but living lights that pulsed with soft blues, fiery reds, and sunny yellows, humming a gentle, sleepy tune. When Lily touched a yellow petal, it tickled her fingers and whispered, “Sunshine!”

Then Lily spotted the ‘Gumdrop Bushes.’ Their berries weren’t just berries – they were tiny, squishy globes of pure color! When she popped a shiny purple one into her mouth, it tasted like a whisper of lavender and felt like a soft cloud. A bright orange one burst with the taste of giggles and sunshine.

Above, the sky was a quilt of ‘Cotton Candy Clouds,’ fluffy and pink and smelling faintly of strawberries. Little ‘Rainbow Dewdrops’ floated down, not wet, but cool and sparkly, landing on Lily’s nose like tiny kisses.

But the most wondrous sight of all was the ‘Rainbow Ripple Pool’ in the center. It shimmered with all the colors you could imagine, and some you couldn’t! As Lily dipped her hand in, the water didn’t just ripple; it *sang* a little “ding-dong!” and sent out waves of shimmering light. Each ripple painted the air with a new, temporary color, like a magical artist drawing in the air.

Lily giggled and splashed, and with every splash, tiny ‘Giggle-Glows’ floated up, like magical fireflies, carrying their own little bursts of color into the air.

“This is the best garden ever!” Lily cheered, her voice echoing with the soft music of the Glow-Petal Trees.

Glimmer zipped around her head. “Just wait until you see Scene Eight!”

Finally, as the Cotton Candy Clouds began to drift away, signaling it was time to go, Lily gave the Rainbow Ripple Pool one last joyful splash. She waved goodbye to the Seventh Color Garden, her heart full of rainbow memories and her imagination already zipping towards the next colorful adventure.

Lily loved colors more than anything. Not just the plain colors from her crayon box, but the secret, sparkly, wobbly kind of colors that whispered and giggled. So, one sunny afternoon, when she found a tiny, shimmering path she’d never seen before, she knew it was a special invitation.

The path, made of crushed gemstones, led her to a hidden archway, woven from rainbows and topped with a tiny, glowing sign that read: “Magical Colorful Scene 6.”

With a giggle of delight, Lily stepped through.

Oh, my goodness! Everything glowed! The ground beneath her feet wasn’t dirt, but bouncy, shimmering moss that shifted from lime green to fuchsia with every step. Trees had leaves of every color, not just green, and their branches swirled with ruby red, sapphire blue, and sunshine yellow.

Puffs of cotton candy clouds floated by, changing from pink to orange to purple. When Lily reached out, one drifted down and tickled her nose. It smelled like blueberries and tasted like sunshine and fizzy rainbow drops!

A river flowed with liquid light, gurgling with tiny whispers of every color. Lily dipped her fingers in, and they came out sparkling with little, friendly motes of light that danced around her fingertips.

Little creatures, like butterflies made of stained glass, fluttered past, giggling in hues of blue and gold. There were singing flowers whose petals glowed brighter as they hummed, and wobbly, jelly-bean hills that bounced you gently if you sat on them.

In the very middle of Scene 6, Lily found a huge, wobbly, rainbow mushroom. When she sat on it, it hummed a happy tune, and all the colors around her danced even faster, swirling into a friendly, colorful hug that made her feel warm and tingly from her head to her toes.

As the sun began to dip, casting long, purple shadows, Lily knew it was time to go. She waved goodbye to the giggling colors and sparkling creatures, walking back through the shimmering archway.

The little path was gone, as if it had never been there. But the colors… oh, the colors stayed with her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see the bouncy moss, taste the rainbow clouds, and feel the friendly hug of colors from Magical Colorful Scene 6, deep in her happy, colorful heart.

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Lily wasn’t just any girl; she was a girl who saw magic in a buttercup and heard whispers in the wind. So, when she stumbled upon a shimmering, wobbly archway behind the old oak tree, she didn’t hesitate. This wasn’t just *any* archway; it pulsed with soft, glowing light, like a rainbow had decided to stand still.

Through the arch she tiptoed, and gasped!

This, she instantly knew, was “Magical Colorful Scene 5.” It was a place where colors weren’t just seen, they were *felt*.

Giant, bouncy bubbles, each a different shade – jiggly cherry red, swishy lime green, bubbly sunshine yellow – floated past, giggling softly. Lily giggled back, and a pink bubble popped, showering her with tiny, warm sparkles that smelled of strawberries.

Trees here weren’t just green; their leaves shimmered in every color of the sunset and sunrise at once. One tree had leaves that pulsed from deep indigo to bright violet, then back again. Another had leaves that turned from rusty orange to fiery gold, humming a happy tune as they danced in a breeze that smelled like fresh paint.

A river flowed through the scene, but it wasn’t water. It was liquid light! One moment it was flowing sapphire blue, the next it swirled into sparkling emerald, then swished to a frothy lavender. Lily dipped her fingers in, and they came out glowing with tiny, iridescent beads that felt like cool velvet.

And the creatures! Little, fuzzy, rainbow-striped squirrels chased glowing acorns that blinked like tiny disco balls. Fluffy, cloud-like sheep floated by, leaving trails of soft, pastel mist that smelled like marshmallows.

“Hello!” Lily whispered.

Suddenly, a giant, cheerful splash of orange light, shaped like a friendly blob, bounced right up to her. It wobbled, then split into five smaller, wiggling blobs: one red, one yellow, one green, one blue, and one purple.

They danced around her feet, tickling her with their soft glow. Lily twirled with them, laughing as the colors swirled around her, mixing and swirling until she felt like she was wrapped in a warm, living rainbow blanket.

As the sun began to dip, casting long shadows, Lily knew it was time to go. She waved goodbye to the jiggly bubbles, the singing trees, and the dancing color blobs. The wobbly archway shimmered invitingly.

Back in her own garden, everything seemed a little brighter, a little more vivid. And if you looked closely, you might have seen a tiny, cherry-red sparkle still clinging to her hair, a secret souvenir from Magical Colorful Scene 5.

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Pip wasn’t just any child. Pip had a secret – a tiny, shimmering key that, when placed into any ordinary doorknob, could open a door to anywhere the imagination could dream up!

This time, the key clicked, and the door swirled open into a place called “Magical Colorful Scene 4.” A WHOOSH of happy colours washed over Pip, smelling like fresh blueberries and sunshine.

The ground wasn’t ground at all! It was a springy, squishy path made of all the colours of a rainbow, but they glowed! Each step Pip took made a little *boing!* sound, like walking on giant, happy jelly beans.

Above, fluffy clouds weren’t white; they were made of shimmering, see-through bubbles! When they popped, they let out tiny giggles and showered down glitter that smelled like strawberries. Pip laughed, trying to catch a bubble-cloud before it burst.

Trees grew tall, their leaves not green but a mix of shimmering silver and wobbly purple. And instead of rustling, their leaves chimed like tiny bells whenever a breeze whispered by, playing the sweetest, most ticklish music Pip had ever heard.

In the distance, a waterfall tumbled down a mountain of sparkling pink candy floss, but instead of water, it was pure, liquid rainbows that splashed into a pool of bubbling starlight. Little fish, made of glowing light, zipped and zoomed through the starlight pool, leaving trails of colourful fizz.

Pip spent ages bouncing on the rainbow path, catching glitter-giggle bubbles, and listening to the chime-leaf trees. They even dipped a toe into the starlight pool – it felt like warm, fizzy lemonade! Everything was so bright, so fun, so *alive* with colour.

Too soon, the door gave a gentle *ding!* telling Pip it was almost time to go. With a happy sigh and a final *boing!* on the rainbow path, Pip stepped back through, the door closing with a soft *click*.

But the colours stayed in Pip’s eyes, and the giggles in Pip’s heart, a wonderful secret ready for another adventure in a magical, colourful scene!

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Lily was having a “hmmph” kind of afternoon. Her favourite toy had rolled under the couch, and all the usual clouds in the sky looked just… well, *cloudy*.

Then she spotted something peculiar. Far off, above the tallest oak tree, was a cloud that wasn’t grey or white, but shimmered with all the colours of a secretly hidden rainbow. It pulsed softly, like a giant, fluffy heartbeat.

“Oooh!” Lily whispered, her “hmmph” forgotten.

The colourful cloud drifted lower, wobbling like a giant, soft jelly. It floated right in front of her, soft and puffy, smelling faintly of sunshine and warm cookies. This wasn’t just *any* magical scene; it was **Magical Colorful Scene 3**, known only to adventurous children and very sleepy butterflies.

Lily reached out a finger, a little bit nervous, a little bit excited. The moment her fingertip touched the fluffy cloud, it *burst*! Not with a bang, but with a silent, dazzling explosion of pure, vibrant colour!

Swirls of cherry-red bounced around her, making her feel giggly and warm all over. Zingy lemon-yellow ribbons twirled, tickling her nose and making her want to dance. Calming ocean-blue pools floated past, making her feel as peaceful as a sleeping kitten. And bubbly grass-green sparks zipped and zagged, whispering secrets about faraway adventures.

Lily wasn’t just *watching* the colours; she was *inside* them! She spun around, laughing as purple polka dots danced on her eyelashes and orange stripes wrapped around her arms like friendly ribbons. Each colour seemed to hum its own happy tune, a silent symphony of joy.

The air popped with tiny, soft “fizz-whizz” sounds as new colours bloomed: shimmering silver, sparkly gold, and even an invisible whisper-pink that made her feel brave.

Slowly, the magical cloud began to drift upwards again, like a colourful balloon saying goodbye. It left behind tiny, glittering specks that shimmered on the grass and in Lily’s hair.

Lily smiled. She knew she could visit Magical Colorful Scene 3 again someday. All she had to do was look for the cloud that wasn’t grey, and be ready for a world full of wonderful, popping, happy colour!

Leo was building a tower of blocks when suddenly, a shimmer appeared right in the middle of his room. It pulsed with all the colours he’d ever seen, and then some! It wobbled like a giant jelly, smelling faintly of blueberries and sunshine.

“Whoa!” Leo whispered, poking it. His finger went right through! It felt like warm fizzy pop. Curiosity bubbling, he stepped through the shimmering doorway.

He landed softly on something that felt like a bouncy castle made of marshmallows. Above him, the sky wasn’t blue, but a swirling, giggling mix of pinks, oranges, and purples. And everywhere, *everywhere*, was colour!

This was it: Magical Colourful Scene 2!

Trees had leaves that weren’t just green, but changed from sparkly sapphire to bubbly bronze, rustling with tiny bell-like chimes. Flowers, shaped like tiny trumpets, played little tunes when the wind blew, each note a different shade of light.

And then, Leo saw them: the “Wobble-Blobs”! They were round, squishy creatures made of pure, glowing colour. A big blob of happy yellow jiggled past, leaving a trail of shimmering golden dust. A shy violet blob bounced behind a rainbow-striped bush, peeking out with two big, sparkly eyes.

Leo laughed. He reached out and touched a floating crimson streak. It felt like warm syrup and tickled his fingers! When he pulled his hand away, the crimson clung to him, glowing softly. He drew a line in the air, and the crimson followed, creating a swirly, floating ribbon!

“You can draw with the colours!” chirped a tiny, emerald green Wobble-Blob. It nudged a puddle of sparkly blue. “Try this one!”

Leo dipped his whole hand in. The blue felt like cool silk. He flung his hand, and a spray of brilliant blue dots soared upwards, turning into twinkling stars that blinked in the sky above.

He spent what felt like hours, drawing wobbly houses in orange, painting a gigantic, smiling sun in yellow, and making silly purple zig-zags that danced across the marshmallow ground. The Wobble-Blobs giggled and helped, making colourful spirals and funny faces in the air with him.

Finally, the shimmering doorway pulsed again. It was time to go. Leo gave a big, colourful wave goodbye to his new Wobble-Blob friends.

Stepping back into his room, everything looked wonderfully normal. But as he picked up his plain blue block, he noticed a tiny, faint shimmer on his fingers, like a secret whisper of all the magical colours he’d just played with. He knew he’d definitely be back for Magical Colourful Scene 3!

A Little Story to Brighten the Day 🌈✨

Sometimes the best kind of magic doesn’t need paints or crayons — it only needs a happy little tune. This is a gentle story for kids (and grown-ups) about imagination, quiet wonder, and how a tiny hum can color the world. Read it aloud, share it at bedtime, or pair it with a coloring page for extra fun.

Leo and the Whispering Woods

Leo skipped into the Whispering Woods, a place so quiet you could almost hear the flowers dreaming. But Leo had a secret. He carried no paintbrush, no crayons — only a tiny, happy hum in his heart.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to hum. It was a soft, secret little tune that felt like sunshine tickling a cloud. And just like that — magic! Tiny pinpricks of light began to pop open in the air.

First came a warm, buttery yellow, like a yawn from the sun. It swirled gently, painting the very air around him with soft golden dust. Then a bubbly, giggly green arrived, bouncing like a happy frog and wrapping the tree trunks in a friendly hug. A sleepy, deep blue unfurled next, calm as the quietest pond, setting the shadows to shimmer with starlight.

Soon the air was filled with ribbons of cherry red, zingy orange, and sleepy lavender. They didn’t just float — they danced! The yellow sparkled, the green wiggled, and the blue shimmered like tiny fish scales. Leo twirled right in the middle, his laughter blending with the silent symphony of colors.

The trees seemed to glow, painted with invisible, joyful light. Little bursts of purple popped like forgotten berries, and streaks of pink zipped past his nose like speedy butterflies. Leo reached out, and for a moment an emerald splash tickled his fingers.

Slowly, as his hum softened to a whisper, the colors drifted like dandelion seeds on a gentle breeze. They didn’t vanish — they melted back into the air, leaving a faint, sparkly shimmer. The Whispering Woods grew quiet again, but it held the memory of a rainbow’s dance. Leo smiled, knowing he could hum the world into a colorful hug whenever he wished.

Leo skipped into the Whispering Woods, a place so quiet, you could almost hear the flowers dreaming. But Leo had a secret! He carried no paintbrushes, no crayons, just a tiny, happy hum in his heart.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to hum, a soft, secret little tune that felt like sunshine tickling a cloud. And just like magic, tiny pinpricks of light began to pop open in the air!

First came a warm, buttery yellow, like a yawn from the sun. It swirled gently, painting the very air around him with soft, golden dust. Then a bubbly, giggly green, that bounced like a happy frog and wrapped itself around the tree trunks like a friendly hug. A sleepy, deep blue unfurled next, calm as the quietest pond, making the shadows shimmer with starlight.

Soon, the air was swirling with ribbons of cherry-red, zingy orange, and sleepy lavender. They didn’t just float; they *danced*! The yellow sparkled, the green wiggled, the blue shimmered like tiny fish scales. Leo twirled right in the middle, his laughter mixing with the silent symphony of colors.

The trees around him seemed to glow, painted with invisible, happy light. Little bursts of purple popped like forgotten berries, and streaks of pink zipped past his nose like speedy butterflies. He reached out a hand, and for a moment, a splash of emerald green tickled his fingers.

Slowly, as Leo’s hum softened to a whisper, the colors began to drift, like dandelion seeds carried on a gentle breeze. They didn’t vanish entirely, but melted back into the air, leaving behind a faint, sparkly shimmer. The Whispering Woods was quiet again, but filled with the memory of a rainbow’s dance. Leo smiled, knowing he could always hum the world into a colorful hug, any time he wanted.