High above the rooftops, two young dreamers drifted on their fragile balloons, their eyes wide with wonder as the night sky shimmered with stars that seemed close enough to touch. One gazed upward with quiet longing, as though listening for secrets whispered among the clouds, while the other looked on with calm delight, as if already at home among the drifting constellations. Below, the village slept, unaware that the children’s journey had already crossed into the realm of dreams—where adventure waits beyond every drifting star.