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In Beia’s moonlit bedroom, stars shimmer beyond the window. Beia sits upright in bed while Lia and Aris stand beside, holding her hands, eyes wide with determination; a plush wolf toy and tiny silver bell rest on the quilt.
Beia couldn’t sleep. Stars blinked at her window. Böse Wolf whispered, 'The Jungle of Growlers lost its voice!' Geisli chimed, 'Let’s help them, little dreamer.' Lia and Aris held Beia’s hands.
Under a star-crowned sky, the wooden bed drifts like a boat on sparkling cosmic waves. Beia grips the headboard, Lia kneels whispering “Hold tight,” while Aris stands laughing at the prow, starlight reflecting in their astonished faces.
Beia’s bed creaked, then floated like a boat. Window stars became glittering waves. Aris laughed, 'We’re sailing the sky!' Lia whispered, 'Hold tight, Beia.' Böse Wolf and Geisli rang softly.
Within a glowing night jungle, silver trees hum softly. Beia crouches, gently patting a furry Growler with a silent open mouth, smiling; Lia and Aris stand watchful behind her, surrounded by vines and bioluminescent leaves.
They landed in a glowing jungle. Silver trees hummed a sleepy tune. Fuzzy Growlers opened mouths, but only whispers floated. Beia patted one and said, 'We’ll find your voices.' Aris nodded bravely.
Beside a shimmering rainbow stream in the sun-dappled jungle, Lia points toward a glowing footpath that lights beneath their feet. Beia waves excitedly to several shy Growlers on the bank while Aris observes, soft morning mist curling around them.
A rainbow stream sang, 'Follow the melody.' Lia pointed, 'This way, team!' They stepped onto a path that glowed underfoot. Geisli jingled encouragement. Beia giggled and waved to the shy Growlers.
On a swaying vine bridge at dusky twilight, Lia steps forward, calm yet tense, above mist-filled ferns. A massive tiger-shaped shadow bows before her as Aris gently squeezes Beia’s shoulder behind her, amber light filtering through leaves.
A vine bridge swayed over misty ferns. A shadow shaped like a tiger rumbled, then stilled. Lia whispered, 'Courage means walking while scared.' Aris squeezed Beia’s shoulder. The shadow bowed and drifted away.
In a flower-ringed clearing under afternoon jungle light, bell-shaped blossoms chime musically. Lia hums along, eyes bright; Beia stands beside her clapping rhythmically, while Aris gestures toward sparkling footprints illuminating the mossy ground among colorful petals.
Beyond the bridge, flowers chimed. Lia hummed along; Beia clapped. Aris said, 'The music is guiding us.' Böse Wolf sniffed the air like a brave scout. Footsteps lit the ground with friendly sparkles.
At a calm riverbank during rosy sunset, water shines like glass and displays floating images of home. Lia kneels whispering toward the surface, Aris grins proudly beside her, and Beia blows a gentle kiss over the shimmering reflection.
They reached a river like glass. Pictures of home floated on the surface. Lia whispered, 'Mama reading, Papa laughing!' Aris grinned, 'We are brave together.' Beia blew a kiss to the water.
On a mossy river islet beneath indigo sky, a crystal orb pulses vivid light. Aris and Beia stretch joined hands toward it, faces determined, while Lia watches protectively; pale fog coils at their ankles, orb-glow tinting everything lavender.
In the middle, a crystal orb pulsed. Lia said, 'Maybe the voices are inside.' Aris and Beia reached together. A gentle fog of fear curled near. Geisli sang, 'You are safe and loved.'
By the same riverbank at pink dawn, the orb erupts into radiant beams, scattering fog into glittering motes. Beia stands tall declaring courage, Lia and Aris echo beside her, while distant Growlers raise paws in joyous silhouette among trees.
Beia whispered, 'I’m not afraid.' Lia and Aris echoed, 'We’re brave together!' The orb shone bright, scattering the fog. Voices rose from the river like birds. The Growlers cheered with warm, happy growls.
In a lantern-lit jungle grove at evening, a low table overflows with glowing fruit and leaf plates. Lia laughs mid-toast, cup raised, as Aris twirls Beia in a tiny dance beside the feast, warm golden music filling air.
Songs filled the jungle like lantern light. Glowing fruit made a gentle feast. Lia laughed, 'Thank you, friends!' Aris danced with Beia in tiny steps. Böse Wolf and Geisli sang, 'Brave hearts, we’re near.'
Morning sunlight pours into the children’s bedroom where the rumpled bed rests. Lia inhales the scent of imagined pancakes, Aris yawns stretching at the footboard, and Beia sits clapping joyfully; plush wolf toy and silver bell lie on pillows.
The bed rustled back beneath them. Morning light warmed their cheeks. Lia sniffed, 'Pancakes!' Aris yawned, and Beia clapped happily. They hugged, remembering songs and sparkles.
Night returns to the quiet bedroom, moonlight washing the walls. Aris gently tucks Beia’s blanket while Lia kneels beside the bed whispering about courage; Beia smiles sleepily, plush wolf nestled near, distant jungle purrs barely audible through the window.
That night, stars winked like friendly eyes. Lia whispered, 'Courage is born from love.' Aris tucked Beia’s blanket. Beia smiled, and the world felt safe. Somewhere, Growlers purred their thanks.