Zayn presses his nose against the cold glass. A tiny stone arrowhead glints in the dim light.
He taps the glass with a curious finger. 'Hello,' he whispers.
Zayn runs to a bright classroom where screens glow like fireflies. A robot beeps and rolls toward him.
Zayn giggles at the shiny metal arms. 'Can you dance?' he asks.
Zayn climbs onto a wooden ship where ropes swing in the salty wind. An old captain points to a map.
Zayn leans in close to see the ink. 'Where does it go?' he wonders.
Zayn stands in a busy city square as neon lights flicker above the crowd. A street musician plays a guitar.
Zayn claps his hands to the rhythm. 'That song is loud!' he shouts happily.
Zayn sits on a park bench next to a new friend sharing an apple. The sun feels warm on their shoulders.
They take a crunchy bite together. They smile at each other, happy and full.