In one misty town, people lived with simple joys, their routine filled with work, rest, food, songs, or stories. Winter wind blew strong, filling every street with chill. Fires burned bright in homes, giving comfort, keeping the cold outside. In this town, one curious boy often felt restless. He wished to see the world beyond his door, beyond the hills, beyond the thick woods. One evening, with dusk dimming the sky, the boy took his small cloth bundle, tied it firm, then stepped into the deep forest. His mother did not see him slip out, his sister did not stop him. He went with quiet steps, yet his mind sung with new hope. Trees stood like huge pillars, fog drifted low, owls cried from high limbs. The boy kept on, fearless, his eyes wide with wonder. On his trip, he met one old hermit sitting by stone. The old one held no fire, no food, yet his eyes glowed with light within. “Little boy,” he spoke soft, “why do you come here in this cold night?” The boy replied, “I seek hidden cliffs, I seek to find something new. My soul tells me not to stop.” The hermit smiled, giving him one tiny stick. “This wood is not common. It keeps you warm, it helps you see in dark. Keep it with you.” The boy took it, held it close, then went forth once more. Through thick brush, through wet soil, through silent nights, he kept on. Birds took flight when he moved, foxes slipped by his side, wind sung with him. The more he went, the more he felt strong within. At long last, he found high cliffs with rivers running below. Moonlight lit up the rocks, the flow of rivers looked like silver ribbons. The boy stood still, eyes filled with bliss. He knew he found the wonder he sought. He did not stop there. He rested, then wrote on wood with his stick, keeping memory of his journey. His words told of hope, of bold steps, of trust in inner voice. One day, he thought, he would return to his town, tell every friend, every child, that wonders exist if one simply moves out, keeps going, never stops.The boy’s trip did not end in cliffs or rivers. It grew into endless stories, told for long winters, when the world outside is dim, yet within, every soul feels light.