The Patronus Fox

In the heart of the enchanted woods, a spark of magic finally awakens.

Neither flesh nor bone, but a creature of pure moonlight and frost.

It dances between the shadows, a playful spirit in the silver night.

Look closely, and you will see the ancient castle guarding its secret.

Each leap leaves a trail of sapphire stardust in the cooling air. A guardian of

dreams, bound by neither gravity nor time itself. Under the watchful

eye of the full moon, the chase continues. For magic like this belongs only

to the quiet hours of wonder. Let your imagination run wild with the fox of