LorryBorne
It began with a shimmer. Not the kind you find in puddles or party hats, but the ones that hum in your bones and make your socks dance. One moment, the Silver Voices were tangled in Tuesday rituals-muffin spells, towel crowns, and invisible frog choirs-and the next, the sky unfolded like a secret.
A rainbow bridge appeared. Wide enough for Angel's fluff, strong enough for Sebastian's sketchbook, and mysterious enough to make Boots twitch his tail twice. Seven colours, seven realms, and one invitation written in invisible ink only Little Girl could giggle into view.
They didn't pack bags. They packed stories. They didn't bring maps. They brought each other. And with Pixie leading a sprinkle waltz, they stepped onto Red.
Because sometimes, the only way forward is over the rainbow.