The blue light of the Whispering Dome faded. Roman watched the crowd drift away. He saw Amora still on stage, her face calm.
A girl, Lydia, came forward. Nervous. "Amora," she whispered. "Your story about the seeds."
Amora smiled. "Yes, Lydia? What about them?"
Lydia took a breath. "I think I have a seed." Her voice trembled. "But I can't make it grow."
Amora stepped down. "Tell me about your seed."
Lydia looked up, her eyes bright. "It's music. I love it. But I'm scared to make my own. It feels trapped inside."
Amora nodded. "Trapped? Like it's waiting?"
"Yes!" Lydia said. "How do I get it out?"
"That," Amora said, "is the question we all ask."
Roman walked to the stage. "Amora, we need to talk." His voice was low.
Amora turned. "Roman, not now."
"It's about Lilian." Roman's eyes were hard.
Lydia's eyes widened. "Lilian?"
Amora's face changed. "What about her?"
"She's gone," Roman said. "Vanished."
Amora's breath caught. "Gone? What do you mean?"
"No one has seen her since this morning. Her apartment is empty." Roman paused. "And I found this." He held out a small, dark seed.
Amora took it. Her fingers tightened. "This this is impossible."
"What is it?" Lydia asked, her voice small.
Amora didn't answer. She stared at the seed. "This seed it's not music. It's something else."
"Something else?" Roman asked. "What?"
"I don't know," Amora whispered. "But it feels cold. And wrong."
"Wrong how?" Roman pressed.
"Like it shouldn't exist." Amora looked at Roman. "We need to find Lilian. Now."
"But where do we start?" Lydia asked.
Amora looked at the girl, her eyes intense. "We start with the seed. And we follow it. Wherever it leads." Amora turned to Roman. "This is not just about Lilian. This is about something much bigger."
Roman nodded, his face grim. "Then let's go."
Amora stared at the seed. "But be careful," she said. .
Amora's eyes softened. "A seed of music," she said. "Beautiful."
"Just a seed," Lydia said, doubt in her voice. "Not a song."
"Seeds start everything," Amora said. "They hold magic. But they need the right place to grow."
Amora looked at Lydia. "What are your dreams?"
Lydia hesitated. "Dreams? I don't have any."
Amora smiled. "Everyone dreams. They hide deep inside."
Lydia looked down. "My dreams they're not important."
"Every dream matters," Amora said. "They can change the world."
Lydia looked up. "Really?"
"Yes. What makes you happy? What feels real?"
Lydia thought. Piano keys. Stories in books. Helping others. "I love music. I play piano. Make my own songs."
"That's wonderful!" Amora said. "Music connects us."
"But I'm not good enough," Lydia said.
"That doesn't matter. Love it. That's all."
Lydia smiled. "Thank you, Amora."
"I believe in you," Amora said. "And your dreams."
Lydia left, feeling hopeful. A new song played in her head. A song of hope.
Roman stepped into her path. "Amora, we have a problem."
"What is it, Roman?" Amora asked.
"Lilian. She's gone." Roman's face was grim.
Lydia gasped. "Gone?"
"Vanished," Roman said. "Apartment empty." He held out a small, dark seed.
Amora took it. Her fingers tightened. "This."
"What is it?" Lydia asked, fear in her voice.
"Not music," Amora said. "Something else."
"What else?" Roman asked.
"Cold," Amora said. "Wrong."
"Wrong how?" Roman pressed.
"It shouldn't exist." Amora looked at Roman. "We find Lilian. Now."
"But where?" Lydia asked.
Amora's eyes were sharp. "This seed. It's a trail. We follow it." Amora turned to Roman. "This isn't just Lilian. This is bigger."
Roman nodded. "Let's go."
Amora looked at the seed. "But be careful. This seed it whispers. And those whispers they lead to dark places."
Amora stood in the Whispering Dome's center. Light glowed, making her seem unreal.
"Tonight," she said, her voice soft, "a story of a boy who changed a city with a book."
The crowd leaned in, eager.
"His name was Ethan," Amora said. "Quiet, with a big imagination. He loved books."
Ethan found an old bookstore. Dusty books filled the shelves. He went inside.
A book caught his eye. "The City of Dreams." The cover showed a huge city. He took it.
He sat in a dusty chair and read. The city in the book was alive. Dreams became real. Imagination was power.
Ethan was hooked. He saw himself in the book, a hero. He wrote his own story. About his city. About his dreams.
He sent it to a publisher. They said yes. "The City of Dreams" was a hit.
People rushed to buy it. Their minds were lit. They felt hope.
Suddenly, Roman stepped forward. His face was tense. "Amora, something's wrong."
"What is it, Roman?" Amora asked.
"Lilian. She's missing." Roman's voice was low.
A gasp went through the crowd.
"Missing?" Amora asked.
"Vanished. Gone from her home." Roman held up a small, dark seed.
Amora took it. Her fingers tightened. "This."
"What is it?" A voice from the crowd asked.
"Not a dream," Amora said. "Something else."
"What else?" Roman asked.
"Dark. Cold." Amora looked at Roman. "We need to find Lilian. Now."
"But where?" Roman asked.
Amora looked at the seed. "This. It's a clue. We follow it."
"Follow it where?" Roman asked.
"Into the dark," Amora said. "Where dreams turn to nightmares." She stared at the seed. "And where secrets kill."
The city changed. People saw it new. A place of dreams. They started to act.
Ethan, the quiet boy, became a hero. His book sparked change.
The sad city became hopeful. All from one book.
Amora stopped. The crowd was quiet, filled with wonder.
"Imagination is strong," she said. "It makes heroes. It changes cities."
She looked at the crowd. "What are your dreams? What seeds do you hold? How will you change the world?"
Silence. Then, voices rose. Dreams were shared.
A girl wanted to sing, to lift people. A man wanted a garden, for a green future. A boy wanted to explore space.
As they spoke, a feeling grew. They were not alone. Their dreams were shared.
They knew, together, they could make them real.
Suddenly, Roman pushed through the crowd. His face was tight. "Amora, we have to go."
"Go? Where?" Amora asked.
"Lilian," Roman said. "We found something."
"What did you find?" Amora asked.
"A trail," Roman said. "But it's dark. And it's moving fast."