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Bunny's Adventure in Mushroomland
Watercolor, Gouache 7.5x10 inch
    When I was little, my mom used to tell me my favorite bedtime story. It was about a little bunny and her mother, who made a promise: as long as they kept each other safely in their hearts, they would meet again in their dreams, under the soft glow of the moon.
As I grew older and moved farther away from home, the story slowly faded, like a dream you almost remember but can’t quite hold on to.

    When I became an adult, I opened a rather curious little shop. Inside, I sold the strangest things, capsules filled with the sound of cat footsteps, books pressed with the loneliness of medieval artists, teapots steeped in sweet dreams, and all sorts of peculiar treasures.

    In the evenings, customers would arrive wrapped in golden sunset light, bringing even stranger objects to trade. When no one was around, I would quietly tidy up my little collection of wonders. The shop was calm and unhurried, much like my life.

    One night, while dusting a forgotten corner, I found an old, worn-out book. Its pages were covered in marks and stains, but there were no words at all—none. I couldn’t tell if the words had faded away with time, or if it had always been empty.

    I flipped through a page or two, and suddenly, I felt very sleepy.

    In my dream, I was floating on a wide, endless sea. The water rocked me gently back and forth, and I felt so cozy I could barely open my eyes. I knew I was dreaming, but everything felt so real.


    After a while, though I don’t know how long, I opened my eyes and saw a group of tiny mushroom people bouncing around me.

    “You’re awake!” they chirped.

    I blinked in surprise. My mom used to tell me stories about mushroom people, tiny creatures who lived beneath a great mother tree. They had mushroom-shaped heads and little human bodies, and they always traveled together, smiling at anyone they met.

    But those were just stories… weren’t they?


    The mushroom people brought out a cake to welcome me. I stared in amazement, on top of the cake, little mushroom people were dancing! Even the candle flames flickered like tiny mushroom shapes.
Just as I was watching, someone gently hugged me from behind.

    I turned around quickly.

    It was my mom.

    She smiled and said she had been walking in the dark for a long time, following the candlelight until she found me. The moment I saw her, all my worries melted away.


    The mushroom people were especially kind to us. They threw party after party and asked us to stay. I loved it there, but I knew I didn’t belong.


    The mushroom people were especially kind to us. They threw party after party and asked us to stay. I loved it there, but I knew I didn’t belong.

    Suddenly, the mushroom people gathered around me. They tied me up and began carrying me deep into the forest. I looked around in panic, my mom was gone!
Though they were small, they were very strong. I struggled as hard as I could, trying to break free.
   

    And just like all dreams, it has no ending.

    At the very moment I tried to escape, I woke up.

    The sun was rising over the horizon, spreading warm light across the familiar world. Life went on, and new stories quietly began.

    The old book still lay there, its pages empty, as if waiting to be filled, with stories from the past, or ones yet to come.

    And I find myself hoping that one day, in another dream, in another story, I will meet my mom again.

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    This set of illustrations is designed based on children's visual habits, and I have established a specific color framework. In researching children's illustrations, I investigated their reading habits and found that the development of visual nerves significantly impacts children's reading preferences. Starting from age five, children have the highest sensitivity to recognizing colors and using various colors in drawing. Therefore, a similar color scheme can enrich children's cognitive understanding of colors.
    The significance of children's books lies in their ability to convey complex ideas in an accessible manner for young readers. This particular children's book lacks narration, dialogue, and a defined ending deliberately. The intention is to encourage children to contribute their imagination to the story, fostering creativity and exploration. By engaging with the book, children have the opportunity to experience the magic of imagination, where anything is possible in a world full of creativity.