Julius had always been a donkey of simple habits. He liked the quiet rustling of the leaves in the forest, the scent of wildflowers after a rain, and the feeling of solid earth beneath his hooves. But one day, something changed.

Maybe it was the whisper of the wind carrying the distant hum of the city. Maybe it was the stories told by passing birds, full of light and movement, of music and dance. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something even Julius himself couldn’t quite explain.