That afternoon, Laura packed a tiny backpack with bread, fresh berries, and a small bottle of sparkling river water. Then she went back into the woods. She only smiled, sure that the Whispering Grove would show her the way. The people waved and screamed after her, some with love and others with great worry. As she walked, the trees appeared to bend a little, making paths and arches, as if she were seeing an old friend. The air was filled with the lovely, delicate scent of wildflowers and the earthy smell of mud and moss. There was a faint shimmer of stars up above, and birds sang melodies that seemed to have messages in them.

Laura quickly got to a part of the woodland that she had never been to before. The trees here were older and taller, with vines flowing down like beautiful curtains and trunks that were thick with age. She proceeded slowly, feeling amazed with every step. In the midst of a little clearing, she saw a pool of water that was completely still and reflected the sky like a mirror. Little glowing balls drifted just above the surface, each one flickering like a flame. These were the dreams that had been lost, the echoes of hopes that people had forgotten about because they didn't respect them or had given up on them. Some of them looked like miniature animals, while others looked like little stars or flowers.

They all had a soft, magical glow. Laura's heart was touched with empathy. "Don't worry," she replied. "Let me show you the way." The Moonlight Fox appeared next to her, silent and watchful. "They are fragile," it said. "Be careful with them; one careless word or step could send them flying." Laura nodded, reached out her hands, and spoke to each floating dream in a soft voice. The dreams would pulse in response to her query, "Where do you belong?" They took her to the edges of the forest, to windows where youngsters slept, to gardens where hopes had been left behind, and to hearts that longed for courage.