Then came the magic. Bluebell hovered above the blooms, her hands moving like a conductor. A soft, luminous chime rippled through the trees. It was the music of unseen fairy bells, a melody so pure it made the very air vibrate with joy.
Along the footpaths, early-rising villagers stopped in their tracks. They closed their eyes, letting the ethereal harmony wash away their worries and fill their hearts with pure happiness. Spring had officially arrived in Berkswell, carried on a melody.
