One quiet night in the Pride Lands, young Simba could not sleep.
The stars were bright, and the wind was soft. The moon shone high in the sky, lighting up the land with a silver glow.
Simba looked up and whispered, “I wonder if my dad is watching me from the stars.”
Just then, he saw something strange.
Paw prints.
They were glowing softly and leading into the grasslands.
“Who left these?” Simba thought. He followed them quietly.
The paw prints led him past tall trees, over little hills, and through the cool grass. The night was peaceful. Fireflies danced around him.
Soon, Simba reached a wide, open space.
In the middle was a big, smooth rock — shining in the moonlight.
He sat down and looked at the sky.
Suddenly, a gentle wind blew around him.
The stars above started to move, forming a shape.
It looked like a lion — his father, Mufasa.
A deep, kind voice spoke.
“Simba, I am always with you. Even when you can’t see me.”
Simba’s eyes grew wide. “Dad?”
“You are brave, my son,” the voice said. “Follow your heart, and you’ll never be lost.”
The stars slowly faded, and the glowing paw prints began to disappear.
Simba smiled.
He felt warm inside — safe and loved.
As he walked back home, the night felt even more special. The grass was softer. The moon was brighter. And the stars?
They twinkled just for him.
Back in his cozy spot, Simba curled up and whispered,
“Goodnight, Dad.”