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The Little Dragon Miro and the Secret of the Forest
In a faraway forest, where the sun shone gently through the veils of mist and the trees had a magical, moss-like texture, lived a young dragon-like creature named Miro. Miro was no ordinary dragon. His body shimmered with green scales that revealed a bluish glow in the light, and his cheeks were pink with small speckles that looked like delicate flowers. One day, while Miro was sitting comfortably on the moss-covered floor of his forest, surrounded by large, green leaves, he noticed a strange movement at the edge of the forest. Curious and excited, Miro decided to get to the bottom of it. He flapped his small wings and followed the path lined by the tall, slender trees. The air was filled with an ethereal blue-green mist that made everything seem mystical. As Miro went deeper into the forest, he noticed the light gently illuminating his scales, making his friendly, smiling face even more inviting. Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper. It came from a small, hidden valley dotted with pink flowers that contrasted vividly with the predominantly green and earthy palette of the forest. Approaching cautiously, Miro spotted a group of ancient, wise forest creatures gathered around something. "What do you have there?" asked Miro with his large, expressive amber eyes. "Miro, you've come at just the right time," said an old hand in a gentle voice. "We have an enchanted spring here that appears once a year and gives wise advice for the coming year to whoever drinks from it." Miro was intrigued. He stepped closer and saw the water sparkling clear and pure. He bravely took a few sips and immediately felt a wave of warmth and wisdom flowing through his insides. The animals of the forest cheered, and Miro felt honored to be part of this magical moment. From that day on, Miro became known as the wise little dragon of the forest, impressing not only with his beauty but also with his newfound insights. And so Miro lived on, protected by the magical secrets of the forest and surrounded by friends who valued his stories and advice, while the gentle sunlight kept falling through the misty atmosphere, emphasizing his gentle expression.