Deep in the heart of the Glimmerwood, where blue mushrooms glow like moons and the air hums with soft golden fireflies, there is a sacred grove known as the Lantern Path—a place where missing hearts go to remember.
This is where the Panda Bear, soft and silent, sits each evening beneath a glowing blossom bush. Her eyes, full of wisdom and wonder, scan the stars between the bamboo shoots, searching for a shimmer, a sign, a flicker of fur-lined magic. By her side, a hooded girl named Elira kneels quietly, the Guardian of the Listening Wood, whose role is to hold space for longing hearts.
The Panda Bear once journeyed far beyond these woods with her beloved—an ancient Polar Bear wizard of the North Winds. Together they roamed the snowy steppes and silver-lined fjords, casting spells of peace, whispering truth into the auroras, and weaving love into the ley lines of Earth itself. Their bond was celestial—older than the stars that lit their path.
But a rift opened in the sky one twilight, and the Polar Bear wizard was summoned back to the realm of ice and echoes, tasked with holding the balance between the thawing glaciers and the forgotten dreams of humankind. He left her with a promise—a stardust scroll sealed with a kiss: “Follow the lanterns when your heart is ready, and I shall meet you where time forgets to tick.”
Each night since, the Panda returns to this glowing grove with forest creatures who keep her company—wise owls, noble deer, mushroom sprites, and little mice wearing stitched capes and hopeful eyes. They sing gentle songs and whisper stories of returning.
The wooden sign above them, “Where’s the Panda Bear?” isn’t a question—it’s a reminder. She is right here, where love once grew and shall bloom again, holding the light and waiting for the wizard who taught her the magic of true belonging.
And somewhere far to the North, a Polar Bear watches the sky too, feeling every beat of the heart that still calls him home.
-Bearz