Ella lies curled underneath a patchwork quilt, her cheeks flushed with the warmth of sleep. The air is tranquil, broken only by the distant hum of crickets outside. A stack of colorful storybooks rests on the bedside table, their covers slightly worn from many nights of adventure.

Dad, with a tender smile, watches Ella's breathing slow and steady. The book in his lap is the one she chose before drifting off, its pages filled with magical lands and brave heroes. He clears his throat softly, careful not to wake her too abruptly.

Dad[/@ch_2]'s hands as he begins to read.] "Once upon a time, in a forest alive with moonbeams, a little fox searched for the brightest star," Dad intones gently, his voice a soft melody threading through the hush. Ella stirs slightly, a smile playing at the corner of her lips, though her eyes remain closed, lost in dreams.

Dad[/@ch_2] reads, the boundaries between the story and the room blur. Shadows on the walls morph into enchanted trees, and the faint rustle of the pages becomes a breeze across a magical glade.] Ella's breathing deepens, her small fingers curling around the blanket’s edge as if holding onto a dream. Dad's words drift through the night, weaving a tapestry of wonder that settles over her like a protective spell.

Dad[/@ch_2] closes the book with care, placing it back on the bedside table.] He leans down, brushing a gentle kiss across Ella's forehead. "Goodnight, my brave girl," he whispers, rising slowly so as not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

Ella[/@ch_1] as she sleeps.] Dad pauses at the doorway, taking in the serene scene before stepping out. The quiet magic of bedtime lingers, promising new adventures when morning comes.