When the sun dipped behind the hills and stars tiptoed into the sky, something magical stirred in the air.
A soft breeze called the Whispering Wind began to awaken.
It didn’t blow hard or howl like a storm. No, this wind was different. It moved gently through meadows, across sleepy towns, and over moonlit rooftops—humming lullabies only the quietest hearts could hear.
Every evening, the Whispering Wind visited the Land of Dreams, where clouds floated like pillows and stories grew on glowing trees.
The Dreamkeeper, a wise old owl with silver feathers, would gather tiny dreams—dreams of flying whales, candy forests, starlit trains, and cloud castles—and hand them one by one to the wind.
“Tonight,” the owl would say, “these dreams belong to children who need comfort, courage, and calm.”
And with a shimmer of moonlight, the Whispering Wind would begin its journey.
It fluttered through open windows, swirled beneath blankets, and danced softly into the dreams of children around the world.
In a cosy house by the sea, a girl named Lila dreamed of swimming with dolphins that wore hats.
In a snowy mountain cabin, a boy named Max dreamed of snowflakes that sang.
And in a quiet room just like yours, the Whispering Wind gently wrapped around a little sleeper… maybe you.
It told a story without words. A story of peace. Of kindness. Of all the wonderful things waiting for you in your dreams.
And when morning peeked over the horizon, the wind sighed a sleepy goodbye, ready to return again at nightfall.
So if you ever feel the breeze kiss your cheek as you close your eyes, listen closely.
That’s the Whispering Wind, carrying love, calm, and a bedtime story just for you.
Sleep tight, dream bright. 
