Milo found a tiny silver key on his windowsill. It hummed like a bee and felt warm in his palm. He thought it might be magic.
The key grew and grew until it fit his hand. Click! A door appeared where no door had been.
Milo stepped through and found himself in a wondrous world. The whispering flowers leaned close as he passed.
A small glowing creature darted ahead and paused. It chirped and waited for Milo to follow.
Milo reached into a shimmering pool and pulled out a handful of starlight. It tickled his fingers and floated upward.
The creature chirped with delight and led Milo toward a tunnel made of woven vines and bright flowers.
Milo stepped through the tunnel and gasped. Every flower, every creature, every stone glowed with its own light.
The whispering flowers sang in voices like wind chimes. Milo laughed until his cheeks hurt.
Milo stepped back through the keyhole and found himself on his windowsill. The silver key lay cool and quiet in his palm.
Outside, the streetlamp flickered like a star. The wind hummed a tune. Milo smiled.
