In a world where magic is real, even the grumpiest of creatures can't resist the charm of a starry night sky. Our troll friend has wandered away from its usual haunt beneath the bridge to bask in the celestial beauty above.
As the troll gazes up at the twinkling stars, it's not alone. Fireflies dance around its head, and a curious shooting star or two zip past, leaving trails of glitter behind. It's a magical night, and our troll is the guest of honor.
What do trolls dream about when they're surrounded by stars? Do they imagine themselves soaring through the galaxies, leaving a trail of sparkles behind? Or do they dream of the secrets hidden in the cosmos, waiting to be uncovered?