Fia Tale
The Garden of Shared Dreams

Doris

In the heart of Heartopia, hidden between tall buildings and cozy cafés, there was a small, empty garden. Most people hurried past it each day, too busy to notice the quiet patch of soil waiting patiently for something special.

One morning, a girl named Doris stopped there. In her hands she carried a small glass jar, clear and round, with a cute lid that shimmered in the sunlight. Inside were tiny seeds. But these were not ordinary seeds – each one held a dream she had written down the night before. A dream of opening a bakery. A dream of learning to paint. A dream of building friendships that would last.

Suddenly, Doris came up with the idea to revitalize this place, to give her dreams a basis for growth.

She carefully unscrewed the lid. The jar made a soft click as it opened. Doris poured one tiny seed into her palm and planted it in the very center of the garden.

The next day, a boy named Kai noticed her watering the soil. Curious, he asked what she was doing. When Doris explained, she held up the glass jar so he could see the seeds glowing faintly inside. Inspired, Kai planted a seed of his own – a dream of becoming a musician.

Soon others joined. A dancer planted her wish for courage. An elderly man planted his hope of reconciling with his sister. A young chef planted a dream of creating a dish that would make people smile.

Days passed, and something magical began to happen.

The garden started to glow.

Soft sprouts pushed through the soil, shining in gentle colors – gold, blue, rose, and green. When neighbors gathered to talk, laugh, and share their hopes, the plants grew taller. The more they listened to one another, the brighter the garden became.

But as weeks went by, life grew busy again.

Messages went unanswered. Invitations were postponed. “Tomorrow,” people said. “Next week.”

The garden’s glow began to fade.

Doris noticed first.

She held the glass jar in her hands and saw that only a few seeds remained inside, dimmer now than before.

So she called everyone. She sent messages. She knocked on doors. She asked them to gather once more, just like before.

But this time, no one came.

“I’m sorry, I’m working late.”

“Maybe another day.”

“I’m too tired.”

Doris returned to the garden alone, clutching the glass jar close to her chest.

The sky above Heartopia turned heavy and gray. A quiet rain began to fall. Raindrops tapped gently against the glass jar, making a soft, hollow sound. Doris stood in the center of the fading glow, rain mixing with her tears.

The next morning, the garden was gone.

In its place was an ordinary patch of ground, bare and silent.

And Doris was gone too.

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