0:00 On a patch of moss no bigger than your hand, a tiny mushroom named Milo opened his eyes for the very first time.0:10 The moon was high and full, the same one that Glimmer the dewdrop once held like a silver coin, and it spilled its gentle light all over the forest floor.0:24 All around Milo, the other little mushrooms were sound asleep, their caps tilted down like tiny, dreaming heads.0:34 But Milo… Milo was awake.0:36 Everything was so new.0:38 He could smell the rich, dark earth beneath him and the sweet scent of pine needles that had fallen nearby.0:48 A single drop of dew trickled down the side of his smooth, brown cap, and it felt cool and wonderful.0:57 The world seemed… HUGE.0:59 And very, very quiet.1:01 But then, he saw it.1:03 A tiny flicker of light, just past the edge of a sleeping fern.1:08 Then another.1:09 And another.1:11 They danced in the air, like little stars that had forgotten their way back to the sky.1:18 Milo had never seen anything so beautiful.1:22 He was only a tiny mushroom, rooted to his spot, but his heart was full of a big, gentle curiosity.1:31 What were those lights?1:33 He watched, completely still, as one of the lights drifted closer.1:39 It circled his little patch of moss once… twice… and then, oh so softly, it landed right on top of his cap.1:49 Ohhh.1:49 The world around him was suddenly bathed in a warm, golden glow.1:55 The firefly’s light wasn’t bright or scary—it was a soft, friendly pulse.2:02 And in its light, Milo saw everything.2:05 He saw the intricate patterns on the bark of the great oak tree he lived under.2:12 He saw a sleepy ladybug tucked into the fold of a leaf.2:17 He even saw a tiny snail, its shell swirling like a galaxy, making its slow and steady way across a twig.2:27 The night wasn't empty at all.2:30 It was FULL of quiet, gentle life.2:33 The firefly stayed for a long, lovely moment, its light a silent friend.2:39 Then, it lifted off and rejoined the others, their dance a soft goodbye.2:46 Milo watched them go, their lights winking out one by one as the first hint of morning painted the sky a soft, sleepy blue.2:57 He wasn't afraid of the quiet anymore.3:00 He felt… cozy.3:02 Safe.3:02 He was part of this big, beautiful, whispering world.3:07 And as the sun began to warm the forest floor, the little mushroom tucked his chin, closed his eyes, and drifted into his VERY first dream… a dream of dancing golden lights.
