Molly's Journey into Adventure

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Chapter 1 – The Bus Stop in the Countryside
Morning dawned quietly over a world that still knew nothing of what was to come. The grass was soft and cool, covered with dewdrops that glittered in the sun like forgotten stars. Among buzzing bees, chirping birds, and the rustling leaves stood Mollie. A mole with dark fur, sunglasses, suspenders, and a worn backpack on his back—as if he had already traveled many paths and still more ahead. The bus stop was at the edge of an old meadow path, half-hidden under wild ivy. The timetable was faded, the clock had stopped. No one was waiting there, except Mollie—and even he didn't know exactly what for.
But something drew him. A feeling like a melody without notes. Perhaps it was the silence that spoke. Perhaps the trembling of the air that told him: Today something begins. Something different from everything before.
And then came the sound. Deep and rough, yet strangely familiar—the rumble of old wheels on gravel. The bus turned the corner, coming from a direction that knew no road at all. It was old, dented, the paint peeling. The door creaked, as if a gate to another time had opened.
Mollie stood up. No hesitation, no looking back. His sunglasses stayed on, his heart pounding steadily. He got on as if it were the most natural thing in the world to take a bus whose destination no one knew.
The driver didn't say a word. Just a brief nod. Mollie nodded back.
Outside, the meadows flew by. The world became smaller, the horizon wider. Behind him lay the familiar. In front of him—stories waiting to be told.
And so it began.