Wally's Whispering Dream
Wally was no ordinary whale. While his pod spent their days feasting on krill and playing hide-and-seek in the kelp forests, Wally often drifted away, his enormous heart filled with fantastical visions. He dreamed of a city, not just any city, but a Magic City in the Ocean.
In his dreams, this city shimmered with colours unseen by human eyes. The towering spires of its castles weren't built from stone or coral, but from swirling, iridescent mother-of-pearl, reflecting the entire spectrum of the rainbow – from the deepest sapphire blues of the ocean's heart to the fiery sunset oranges that danced on the surface.
The streets, Wally imagined, were paved with smooth, glowing jade green pebbles that pulsed with soft light, guiding little fish and friendly merfolk through their daily lives. Houses, nestled amongst vibrant rose-pink anemones and swaying golden-yellow sea grasses, had roofs of sparkling amethyst purple scales. Waterfalls of pure, bubbling silver cascaded from floating islands, creating misty rainbows that caught the light of bioluminescent moon-jellies, which served as the city's street lamps, glowing with a soft emerald green.
Wally would picture himself, a gentle giant, gliding through these streets, his skin shimmering with all the aquamarine blues and ocean greens of his surroundings. He’d visit grand libraries where scrolls of ancient knowledge glowed with an inner topaz yellow, and playful seahorses would carry messages on their backs, their tails twinkling with ruby red sparks.
Sometimes, in his dream, Wally would let out a joyful, echoing song, and the entire city would hum in response, a symphony of lavender and turquoise light, powered by the collective joy of its inhabitants. When he awoke, the real ocean, though beautiful, seemed a little less vibrant, a little less magical. But Wally knew, deep in his whale heart, that his dream city was always there, waiting for him to close his eyes and return to its dazzling, imaginative embrace.
