At the end of the day,
Lehan opened the book.
The pages glowed.
The whole world looked.
There were stories from bedrooms,
cafes, and schools.
Stories from dreamers,
builders, and believers.
Stories from phones.
Stories from pain.
Stories from sunshine.
Stories from rain.
And every story
began the same way:
One thought saved
instead of thrown away.
Lehan smiled.
The magic book shone.
A page had become
a world of its own.
And on the cover,
bright and free,
the words appeared
for all to see:
