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Once upon a time, in a magical world inside a person’s mind, there lived a small, curious thing named Poof.

Poof wasn’t sure who he was.

“Am I a thought?” he wondered.

“Or maybe I’m a feeling?”

He didn’t know, and sometimes that made him feel lonely.

When he felt especially alone, it rained a little.

One day, Poof decided to explore and see what he might find.

That’s when he met Cloudy.

She was soft and floaty, like a big cotton ball.

She just drifted around, laughing and playing.

“I don’t worry,” Cloudy laughed. “I just like seeing what happens!”

Poof liked her right away.

Together, they explored glowing colors that hummed when you touched them, wiggly shapes that giggled when you sneezed, and sparkly bubbles that burst with cotton-candy smells.

They became best friends.

But one day, Cloudy started to fade. Poof could barely see her.

“I’m here,” she whispered, “but you’re not.”

And then she was gone.

He looked everywhere.

“Cloudy?” Poof cried. “Where did you go?”

There was no answer.

And so, Poof set out on a big journey.

He tiptoed through the mazes of memories.

He swam across the rivers of feelings.

He climbed the mountains of thoughts.

It was hard.

Poof got tired.

He got scared.

He even got a little lost.

But he had so many questions.

“What if Cloudy got stuck with the hiccups and couldn’t stop bouncing?”

“What if she found a planet made of socks and didn’t want to come back?”

“What if everybody rolled away inside a giant cheese wheel?”

“What if Cloudy’s still here… and I’m the only one who can’t see her?”

He had to figure it out.

He missed Cloudy too much to let the questions go.

And then, finally, he found her!

Cloudy floated near a quiet hill, a little softer, a little farther away.

“Cloudy!” Poof cried. “There you are!”

Cloudy smiled.

She was happy to see him too.

But Poof was worried.

“What if I lose her again?”

So he went to see The Fog.

The Fog was quiet and wise and very mysterious.

“I want to keep Cloudy close,” Poof said.

The Fog nodded slowly.

“You can,” he said, “but only if you take time to truly know her. If you don’t understand your friend, she might float away again.”

Poof didn’t want that.

Not ever.

“You have to see her as she is, not just as you imagine,” the Fog said.

So Poof and Cloudy set off once more, this time with a new mission: To learn about each other.

They shared their favorite dreams and their silliest fears.

They talked about what made them happy, and what made them unsure, even if they didn’t know why.

They listened to each other a lot.

And as they traveled through the stars, Poof began to feel something new.

He wasn’t a thought.

He wasn’t a feeling.

He was something else.

He was curiosity, the kind that asks questions, looks closer, and keeps going, no matter what.

Poof and Cloudy swirled through stars and rainbows and promised to keep discovering together.

And that’s just what they did, in the magical world of the mind.

The End.