(magical realism story)

One day, while walking near an old forest, Gerda came across a small key that shone under a ray of sunlight like a star that had fallen to the ground. The girl took it without hesitation, and suddenly the world began to change. She always felt that the world around her was something bigger than it seemed.

The trees grew taller and whispered in languages ​​she didn’t understand but felt. The leaves swirled around her, as if dancing to their own rhythm. The birds turned into silvery butterflies that scattered glittering dust in the air. Every step Gerda took was a step into a new dimension, where time grew longer and passed slowly, leaving golden imprints on the world.

She understood that the world is not just a forest, not just a house and people. The world is a boundless river of magic that flows through all living things. Magic was in everything: in the rustling of the grass, in the laughter of the little river creatures that hid between the stones, and even in the silent stars that watched her from above.

“The key is not simple,” a windy creature that looked like a misty cloud whispered in her ear. “This is the door to your heart, which is capable of feeling more than you imagined.”

Every flower Gerda touched opened like the pages of a book, telling her about ancient worlds and hidden secrets. Magic was everywhere, it flowed through the girl like a warm summer wind filling her lungs with life.

Gerda returned home being different – her heart had already remained forever in the world where reality and fantasy are intertwined. She knew that the world of magic would always be with her, like a secret music that plays only for those who know how to listen to it.