Up in the breezy sky, Pippin tumbled from a fluffy cloud. He shrank and shrank until he was just a tiny drop of mist.
Pippin splashed into the ocean and bobbed on the surface. Colorful fish darted around his misty body, making the water ripple.
The water felt cool and strange, so Pippin drifted downward. He sank slowly into the sunlit shallows, watching the light fade.
Playful fish nipped at Pippin's edges, making him swirl. He tried to stay still, but their splashing pushed him deeper into the dark.
In the twilight zone, glowing creatures flickered on like living stars. Pippin reached out to touch a jellyfish, and it hummed a soft note.
The path grew darker still, leading Pippin down into the deep. He entered the pitch-black abyss, feeling small and alone.
Pippin huddled into a tight ball, but suddenly a soft glow spread from his center. He was glowing like a lantern in the dark.
Pippin uncurled, amazed, and watched his light dance with the coral reefs below. He wasn't just a drop anymore; he was a shining star.
Fish swam by, playing in the light Pippin carried. He floated gently among the corals, right where he belonged.
Pippin stayed right where he belonged, a shining star in the deep ocean, watching the world swim by.