Night 1 · The Moon’s Silver Key
When the last light clicked off, a single starbeam slipped through your little one’s window and landed, soft as a feather, at the foot of the bed. “Little one,” it whispered, “the Moon has lost her silver key, and only you can find it.” So your little one took the starbeam’s glowing hand, and together they floated up past the chimneys, over the sleeping rooftops, into a sky so full of stars it hummed. Far below, the whole town was dreaming, but tonight your little one was wide awake and ready to be brave. And somewhere among the clouds, something small and silver was waiting to be found…
To be continued tomorrow night