The Gentle Dragon Who Brings Sweet Dreams

High in the misty mountains, where the clouds kiss the peaks, lived a dragon unlike any other.

Nimbus wasn’t fierce or fiery—his breath didn’t scorch the earth.

Instead, he exhaled soft, warm clouds that smelled of vanilla and honey.

The other dragons laughed at him, but Nimbus didn’t mind.

He had a feeling his gift was meant for something special, even if he didn’t know what yet.

One evening, Nimbus wandered into a quiet village where children tossed and turned in their beds, unable to

sleep.

He watched from afar, puzzled.

Why were they so restless?

Then, an idea sparked.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a warm, comforting cloud over the village.

The air filled with a soothing scent, and one by one, the children yawned, their eyes growing heavy

with sleep.

Word spread quickly about the dragon who brought sweet dreams.

Parents whispered his name in gratitude, and children eagerly awaited his arrival each night.

Nimbus felt a warmth in his heart—he had found his purpose.

But one night, he noticed a little girl still awake, her eyes filled with worry.

No matter how many clouds he breathed, she remained restless.

Something was different about her.

Curious, Nimbus landed beside her window and spoke in a voice as soft as the wind.

'Why can’t you sleep, little one?' She sighed.

'I have bad dreams.

They always come back, no matter what.' Nimbus thought for a moment, then gently wrapped her in a

cloud, warmer and softer than any before.

'This one will carry your worries away,' he whispered.

'Just breathe and let go.' The girl closed her eyes, feeling the cloud’s warmth seep into her skin.

It smelled of fresh-baked cookies and summer rain.

For the first time in weeks, her mind quieted.

The bad dreams faded, replaced by peaceful images of floating through the sky.

Nimbus watched as she drifted into sleep, a smile forming on her lips.

He had done more than comfort—he had chased away her fears.

From that night on, Nimbus didn’t just bring sleep—he brought peace.

Whenever a child struggled with bad dreams, he wrapped them in his warmest clouds, carrying their fears away.

The village no longer feared the dark, for they knew Nimbus was watching over them.

And as he soared through the night sky, he felt lighter than ever, knowing his gift had found

its true purpose.

And so, the legend of Nimbus, the gentle dragon, lived on.

Parents told their children about the dragon who breathed comfort instead of fire, and children whispered their worries

to the night, knowing Nimbus would hear.

Somewhere, high above the clouds, he still watches over them, ready to bring warmth and peace to those

who need it most.

After all, even dragons can be guardians of dreams.