In Friend's backyard, just as the sun tucked itself behind the hills, an old willow tree began to whisper. It wasn't a spooky whisper, but a soft, rustling sound, like it was telling secrets to the evening breeze. Tonight, the whispers sounded like an invitation. With a curious heart, Friend tiptoed across the cool grass, wondering what adventure the Whispering Willow had in store.

As Friend stood beneath the long, swaying branches, the leaves whispered a magical story. They told of the Stardust Moths, tiny creatures with wings that shimmered like the moon. These special moths, the tree whispered, only wake up when a kind friend is getting ready for bed. They fly through the night, gathering sleepy sparkles from the stars to share.

Just then, a tiny light flickered. A single Stardust Moth fluttered down, leaving a gentle, shimmering trail in the air. Then another, and another. Soon, the air was filled with a soft, pulsing glow, like a thousand tiny lanterns. The willow's whispers grew softer, slower, humming a quiet lullaby. Watching the sleepy sparkles drift down, Friend felt a big, cozy yawn begin to grow.

The Whispering Willow gave one last, sleepy rustle that sounded like, "Goodnight, dear Friend." The Stardust Moths danced slowly, their light growing softer and softer. It was time for bed. Friend yawned again, feeling warm and safe, and headed inside, ready to drift off into sweet, sparkling dreams.