0:00 One of the moonpetals landed right on Dorian's nose.0:05 It didn't fall from the sky like a raindrop.0:09 It floated down, soft and slow, glowing with a gentle silver light.0:15 Dorian the dormouse blinked his big, dark eyes.0:20 The petal was followed by another, and then another.0:25 They settled on the forest floor in front of him, arranging themselves into a shimmering, glowing line.0:35 It wasn't just a line.0:37 It was a path.0:38 Dorian looked down at his tiny paws.0:42 Then he looked at the glowing trail that was now a map, laid out just for him.0:49 His whiskers twitched with curiosity.0:53 Where did it lead?0:55 He took one small, brave step.0:58 And then another.0:59 The moonpetals felt soft as velvet under his feet.1:04 He followed them away from his familiar branch, deeper into the quiet woods.1:12 The forest at night was usually full of shadows.1:16 But tonight, it was filled with wonder.1:20 The path of petals led him past a patch of sleepy bluebells, their heads bowed as if they were dreaming.1:30 It wound around the roots of a giant oak tree, where a wise old owl blinked down at him, but didn't say a word.1:41 The air was cool and smelled of damp earth and sweet night-jasmine.1:47 Dorian wasn't scared.1:49 He felt like he was being led by a friendly hand.1:54 The glowing map was a promise of something special.1:59 He padded across a stream, his little feet hopping from one smooth, gray stone to the next.2:08 The moonlight made the water look like a ribbon of liquid silver.2:14 The path of petals continued on the other side, leading him up a small, mossy hill.2:22 At the very top, the trail stopped.2:26 It curled into a circle around the entrance to a large, hollow log.2:32 The entrance was a perfect, round little doorway.2:37 It seemed to be just his size.2:40 Dorian peeked inside.2:42 The last of the moonpetals were scattered within, their light growing softer now, warmer.2:50 They illuminated the coziest space he had ever seen.2:55 The log was hollowed out and lined with the softest, greenest moss.3:02 There was a bed of dandelion fluff, piled high and waiting.3:08 It looked like a small, fluffy cloud.3:11 This wasn't a treasure of gold or jewels.3:15 It was a treasure of comfort.3:18 A place made just for a sleepy dormouse.3:22 He stepped inside.3:24 The moonpetals gave one last, gentle pulse of light, and then faded, their work done.3:32 Dorian crawled into the bed of dandelion fluff.3:36 He curled his long tail around his body, tucking his nose into its soft fur.3:44 The mossy log held the warmth of the day.3:48 The forest outside whispered a soft lullaby.3:52 And Dorian the dormouse, safe and sound in his perfect new bed, closed his eyes and drifted into a sweet, gentle sleep.
