Starry Night's Heavy Wind

On a quiet night in the village below, as the stars spun their slow, golden dance, something unusual stirred in the sky. Not a bird, not a plane—no, it was Penguino, the bravest little penguin with the biggest heart and a red umbrella too small for his dreams.

He had always wondered what lay beyond the snowy hills of his homeland. One day, as he clutched his favorite umbrella and looked to the sky, a wild gust of wind swept him up—higher than the tallest trees, higher than the clouds. Now, he soared through Van Gogh's swirling night, where the stars hummed and the sky whispered secrets of the universe.

With wide eyes and tiny flippers, Penguino didn’t fear the unknown. He drifted past galaxies of paint and possibility, on a journey not just through the sky, but through imagination itself.

And down below, nestled in the fine print of an old stock certificate, the world watched and wondered—what would Penguino discover next?