In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees stood tall like sentinels watching over secrets untold, there lived a dragon named Dada. He was not your typical dragon; his scales shimmered with a soft lavender hue, and his eyes sparkled like dew-kissed grass in the morning sun. Dada was known for two things: his insatiable curiosity and his penchant for bedtime stories. Every evening, as...
