During a misty day on Penang Hill, siblings Lily and Eddy discover that the ancient trees whisper forgotten stories of Penang's past, revealing a vibrant history through shimmering memories. Guided by a magical wooden bird, they embark on a quest to uncover and share these tales, connecting with their community and fostering a deeper appreciation for their heritage, ultimately realizing their own...
Young Ling discovers a mysterious music box in her grandmother’s attic that plays a haunting melody only she can hear. When the tune awakens ancient whispers from beneath the stilt houses of Chew Jetty, Ling uncovers a forgotten legend of the Merrow Sisters - mysterious water spirits who once protected the village. With the help of her brave and loyal friends, Ling unlocks the song’s secret...
The air hung thick and humid, saturated with the scent of ozone and caramelized sugar. Kai traced the condensation on his chilled synth-ale, the neon glow of the 'Floating Lotus' reflecting in the swirling liquid. He hated this bar. He hated the city, Neo-Kyoto, a concrete jungle choked with holographic advertisements and the constant thrum of hovercars. But tonight, he had no choice.
There lived a girl named Mei. Mei was curious and loved exploring the world around her. Every day after finishing her chores, she would run to the glade, a secret place hidden not far from her home.
The air hung thick and sweet, like overripe mangoes. Amara wiped sweat from her brow, her hand leaving a muddy streak. The midday sun beat down on the dusty village of Dhulibari, baking the terracotta earth a harsh orange. She was twelve, all elbows and knees, with eyes that mirrored the deep, ancient well she was staring into.
The old woman, Mei, sat on her porch swing. It creaked gently, matching the soft tinkling of the wind chimes made from sea glass—little pieces collected over many years. Each piece held a memory, a whisper of the ocean.
“Hey, did you hear about the old clock tower?” Yuze asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as he poked a stick into the crackling campfire. “What about it?” Susu replied, her marshmallow on a stick perfectly toasting to a golden brown. Yuze leaned in closer, the flames casting dancing shadows across his face. “They say it’s haunted,” he said, his voice low...
