Luna and the Cloud Painter

Luna and the Cloud Painter

Luna loved to watch the clouds. She knew it was the work of the Cloud Painter, a gentle giant who lived just beyond the sunbeams. Every day, he’d dip his giant brush into pots of sunset-orange, sky-blue, and storm-grey to colour the sky.
One afternoon, the sky stayed a boring, empty white. Luna climbed the highest hill and whispered, “Mr. Painter, where are you?”
A sad sigh rustled the leaves. There sat the Cloud Painter, his brushes dry, his paint pots empty. “I’ve run out of dreams to fuel my paints,” he mumbled.
Luna had an idea. She told him her best dreams: of flying cats with butterfly wings, of castles made of rainbow jelly, and of rivers that flowed with sparkling starlight.
As she spoke, the Paint Pots began to glow, filling with shimmering new colours. The Cloud Painter’s smile returned. With a swoosh of his brush, he painted Luna’s dreams across the vast white canvas. The sky danced with a jelly castle, a starlight river, and a procession of cheerful, flying cats.
Everyone in the village looked up and laughed, their hearts feeling lighter. Luna learned that even the most magical artists sometimes need a little help, and that her own dreams were the most powerful paint of all#usmanshaikh#usmanwrites 
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