Whispers of a Forgotten Melody

In the chilly dawn, a soft light trickled through the narrow attic window. Leo, with his shaggy black hair brushing his eyes, sat cross-legged on the wooden floor. His small, fair hands clutched a worn book—one of the few treasures he owned.

He opened it, admiring the faded illustrations. "Hello, old friend," he whispered, hugging it to his chest. The books weren't many, but they were Leo's window to a world much broader than his.

As a gleam from his glowing crescent mark danced on the wall, Leo hummed a tune. His voice, though soft, filled the space, warming his heart until breakfast arrived alongside his dreams.

The Mysterious Sound

Leo lay back on the wooden floor of the attic, his voice still echoing in his mind. He felt peaceful after his morning song.

Suddenly, a strange, gentle ringing sound pulsed through the attic. It wasn't like anything he had ever heard. Leo sat up, tilting his head.

"What's that?" he murmured, looking around.

The sound grew louder, drifting in from outside his window. Heart pounding with curiosity, Leo moved closer, peering out. The ringing seemed to approach the window, leaving Leo mesmerized, the mystery of it filling his curious heart. What could it be?