Ali skipped along the familiar path, his schoolbag bouncing at his side. He paused, noticing a glint of gold embossing peeking from beneath a patch of grass. Curiosity fluttered in his chest as he bent down and brushed off the dust, revealing the old book. "What’s this doing here? It looks ancient—like it has a story to tell," he murmured to himself.
Ali felt his fingers tingle as he traced the intricate designs on the cover. His heart beat faster with a strange, irresistible urge to open it. With a deep breath, he slowly pried it open, half expecting the pages to crumble. To his surprise, the ink shimmered, and the words seemed to swirl on the page, beckoning him closer. "Is it some kind of magic?" he whispered, his eyes wide with wonder.
Ali[/@ch_1] softens—the distant street noises fade, replaced by a low, melodic hum. The book’s pages glow brighter, casting a halo of blue and green light. The air ripples, and the ground feels like it’s shifting beneath him.]
Ali gasped as the words lifted off the page, swirling around him like tiny fireflies. He tried to shut the book, but a gentle force urged him to look deeper. Suddenly, the light enveloped him, and before he could call out, he felt himself being pulled through the pages—tumbling, spinning—until he landed softly on a bed of moss in a sunlit clearing.
Ali blinked in disbelief, slowly rising to his feet. Everything felt impossibly alive, as if the air itself hummed with secrets. He brushed off his trousers and took a hesitant step forward, his senses overwhelmed by the beauty around him. "Where am I? This isn’t any forest I know," he said, his voice echoing softly in the enchanted air.
Ali[/@ch_1] with cautious curiosity. The sun dapples its coat, and the clearing fills with the soft sound of wind through the leaves.]
The creature steps closer, sniffing the air and twitching its bushy tail. Ali crouches down, holding out a hand. "Hello, little one. Are you from this world?" The creature lets out a melodic trill and nudges his fingers with its nose, then scampers a few steps ahead, glancing back as if inviting him to follow. "I guess I’m not alone after all," he says, a smile spreading across his face.
Ali follows the creature, his heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness. He clutches the magical book tightly, wondering what other wonders—and mysteries—await him in this extraordinary world. "If this is what books can show me, I never want the story to end," he whispers, hope and wonder shining in his eyes as he disappears beneath the emerald canopy.
