Lemon stepped into the Museum of World Languages. Ancient scripts covered the walls, shimmering in the golden light. Something stirred behind him.
A bronze owl statue whispered, "Hello, explorer!" Lemon jumped back, then grinned. The owl nudged a paper map toward him. He pocketed it.
The map led Lemon to the English Corner. A circle of students practiced speaking. A girl with a red scarf noticed him.
"Would you like to try?" she asked. Lemon nodded, opened his mouth, and his words tangled. He tried again, louder this time. "Hello."
Lemon practiced every day. He traced letters in the sand. Hello. Thank you. Curry. He imagined ordering at the canteen.
One afternoon, he saw the menu board. A picture of yellow rice and chicken. His stomach rumbled loudly.
Lemon walked to the counter. "I would like the curry chicken rice, please." The server slid a steaming bowl toward him. He took the first bite.
The curry tasted exactly like his dream. Lemon closed his eyes and chewed slowly, savoring every bite.
Lemon returned to the museum. The owl statue nodded at him. He opened his journal and wrote: "Today I discovered words and flavors."
The pages fluttered in the breeze. Lemon smiled. Tomorrow, he would explore another language.
