Miroslav P.

As the heavy wooden door creaked open, a hush fell over the bustling writing site. In walked the legendary storyteller, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the fireplace. Memories of the countless tales he had penned over the decades flooded his mind, a silent river of words. The community, caught in a collective gasp, marveled at the unexpected guest in their midst. Joyous whispers and wide smiles filled the room, for none had anticipated the arrival of the maestro. Amidst the warmth of the hearth, the storyteller's gaze swept over the faces gathered around, each a canvas of astonishment. His presence, like a living anthology of stories, stirred a palpable excitement. Writers, avid readers, and dreamers alike stood in awe of the wordsmith whose narratives had left an indelible mark on their imaginations. As the room brimmed with anticipation, the storyteller's voice cut through the silence, "What can I tell you? What's your wish?" The question hung in the air, inviting the assembly to articulate their desires, as if the storyteller stood ready to weave their dreams into the fabric of his next tale. And so, in that enchanted moment by the fireplace, a new chapter unfolded, where the penultimate question marked the beginning of a collective journey into the realms of imagination and storytelling.