The sun had tucked itself away behind the hills, and sleepy dust was starting to float in the air. Little Leo was snuggled in his bed, ready for his favourite part of the night: bedtime story time with his special projector.
Leo's projector wasn't just any light; it was a little magical box that could splash pictures right onto the ceiling! Tonight's story was all about a faraway castle. When Leo turned the projector on, soft, glowing images appeared above him, like a secret theater just for his room.
First, he saw tall, stone walls reaching up towards the projected stars. Then, a gentle pathway winding through a friendly forest leading right to the castle gate. Leo imagined he was walking that path, his soft pajamas like a knight's cozy armour.
The projector showed peaceful towers with flags gently flapping in the projected breeze. He saw windows that twinkled like sleepy eyes and gardens filled with soft, glowing flowers that smelled like sweet dreams. There were no scary dragons or noisy knights, only quiet corners and sleepy bats fluttering softly.
Inside the projected castle, the rooms were quiet and filled with moonlight. There were libraries with books full of soft whispers and grand halls where dust motes danced like tiny fairies. Leo imagined finding a comfy cushion in a quiet corner and curling up.
As the projector softly changed pictures, showing moonbeams falling over the castle roofs and quiet fields outside the walls, Leo's own eyes started to feel heavy. The gentle light and the quiet pictures were like a lullaby for his eyes.
He watched the last few images drift across the ceiling: a sleepy owl on a tower, a quiet stream flowing by the castle moat, and finally, a warm, welcoming light in a window, like the castle itself was getting ready for sleep. The projector's hum was soft, like a gentle purr.
Leo snuggled deeper under his covers. The castle pictures on the ceiling slowly faded as the projector turned off, leaving his room in quiet darkness, perfect for sleeping. He closed his eyes, still seeing the soft, peaceful castle in his mind, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of quiet towers and sleepy stars.