In a sunlit glade, a tiny puppy-like creature with soft fur the color of warm sand trotted happily through the grass. Clutched in its mouth was an old, rusty key—its most prized possession, though it had no idea what it unlocked. The creature wagged its tail, sniffing flowers and chasing butterflies, unaware of the tiny drop-shaped creature nestled comfortably inside its head.
The little drop, translucent and glimmering like morning dew, had lived there for as long as it could remember. It observed the world with curiosity, quietly listening to the puppy's thoughts and dreams, though never once being noticed. The drop had a secret—whenever the puppy encountered a locked door or a path that seemed impossible, the drop would quietly hum a tune, guiding the way. But the puppy, blissfully unaware, simply carried on, believing its adventures were guided by luck.
One day, the puppy stood before an ancient, vine-covered door deep in the forest. It pawed at it, but the key didn’t fit. The drop inside its head shimmered with quiet excitement, knowing that the key was only the beginning of a much bigger journey.