Believe in the Extraordinary
Chapter 2
One peaceful night, as the village settled into a gentle slumber, Sarah lay in her modest bedroom. The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting delicate patterns on the rough wooden floor. The walls of their small home were worn but sturdy, a testament to her parents’ hard work despite their meager means. The furnishings were simple—just a few pieces her father had crafted from reclaimed wood and a quilt her mother had sewn from scraps of old fabric. Though they lacked material wealth, the warmth of love and hope filled their humble abode.
A soft breeze whispered through the cracks in the window frame, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers into the room. In her cozy bed, Sarah drifted into a deep sleep, her mind slipping into the realm of dreams.
In this dream, Sarah found herself standing alone in the expansive field near her village. The landscape was both familiar and strangely enchanted. The grasses around her glowed with a soft luminescence, swaying rhythmically despite the absence of wind. Above her, the night sky was alive with movement—constellations she had never seen before danced and shifted, forming patterns that told stories of distant galaxies and ancient myths.
Suddenly, a radiant light appeared on the horizon, growing brighter as it approached. Sarah shielded her eyes with a small hand, squinting to make out the source. As the light drew nearer, it softened, revealing the figure of a man unlike any she had ever seen. He was tall and slender, with skin that shimmered like opal and eyes that held the depth of the cosmos. Draped in garments that seemed woven from starlight, he emanated a warmth that dispelled any fear.
“Greetings, Sarah,” the figure spoke, his voice echoing gently as if carried on the wind.
“Hello,” she replied cautiously, her curiosity piqued. “Who are you?”
“I am Thenga,” he said with a graceful bow. “I come from a planet billions of light-years away, a place where knowledge and harmony weave the fabric of existence. I have journeyed across the stars to learn from other worlds and to share what I know.”
Sarah’s eyes widened with wonder. “You’ve traveled so far! Why have you come here?”
Thenga smiled softly. “I have sensed a kindred spirit in you—a bright mind with a yearning for knowledge. Your dream of building a library is a noble one, and it resonates across the universe.”
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of pride and shyness. “I do wish for a library, so everyone in my village can read and learn.”
“That is why I wish to visit your village,” Thenga continued. “But your world is vast, and finding this place is not easy. I need your help to guide me.”
“How can I help you?” Sarah asked eagerly, her heart fluttering with excitement.
“If the villagers light a great bonfire in the middle of the large playground nearby,” Thenga explained, gesturing to the playground a few meters away, “its light will serve as a beacon. From the skies above, I can follow its glow directly to your village.”
Sarah pondered this for a moment. “I can ask them, but they might not believe me. They think dreams are just dreams.”
Thenga knelt down to her level, his eyes meeting hers with earnest sincerity. “Sometimes, dreams are the bridges between worlds. They carry messages and possibilities. Will you try?”
She nodded resolutely. “Yes, I’ll talk to my parents and let you know.”
Thenga’s smile broadened. “Thank you, Sarah. Your courage and kindness are rays of light in the universe. I look forward to meeting you again.”
As he stood, the surroundings began to fade into a swirl of colors, and his figure became part of the starlight once more. “Remember,” his voice echoed faintly, “believe in the extraordinary.”