Along the cliffs where sea meets stone, a boy named Elias caught sight of something extraordinary—a tiny girl, no taller than his hand, drifting skyward as she clung to the stem of a dandelion gone to seed. Lila, caught in the swirl of a dandelion wish, floated effortlessly toward the sky. She had whispered her dream into the seedhead, not knowing it would lift her into the clouds. Now Elias ran—not in fear, but in awe—trying to keep up with the wonder blooming before him. She wasn’t a dream or a trick of light, but something real—perhaps a wind spirit, or a wish come to life. And in that moment, Elias wasn’t just chasing her—he was chasing the magic she carried on the wind.
