Submission (#6376) Approved

Shimmer, a 3 foot gentle giant, began her journey of art and fun in Silveil. Silveil was well known for the fact it was in a constant state of night time, with many bioluminescent flora and glowing animals, giving it an ethereal, magical look. As she made her way to a secluded glen, the area was covered in a constant glow thanks to many glowing mushrooms. Her eyes gleamed with hardly kept in excitement, humming to herself as she gathered her art supplies. Her overstuffed satchel brimming with a variety of tubes of paints and vials of glitter, which shimmered under the glow of the forest life around her, like captured stardust from the sky.

The forest around her was a glow with many different colours and light. The trees around Shimmer, tall and graceful, were decorated with many leaves and flowers that glowed, pulsing under the night sky, their colours similar to the Northern Lights. The hanging flowers, moss, and leaves swayed gently in the night breeze, creating an intricate array of shadows on the forest floor, as if they were playing among the glimmers and glows of the forest. Fireflies fluttered around, like little lanterns lighting the forest even more.

As Shimmer ventured deeper into Silveil’s forests, the trees formed an arching canopy overhead. To her, it looked like the beginning of a gate, leading her towards the magic of forest. The interplay of light and shadow above her, painted changing patterns on the forest floor and she continued to make her way further. It was as if the very ground was breathing with life around her, something that can only be seen in SIlveil. The night was alive with the chirps and whispers of other forest life creatures around her, and the rustling leaves sounded like they were trying to tell old stories lost to time.

With her heart fluttering with barely contained excitement and anticipation, Shimmer approached a clearing after wandering around for an unknown amount of time, and there, in the corner of her eye, she saw it standing tall and proud. A colossal mushroom, at least 6 feet tall, aglow with a vibrant blue hue she had never seen before. Shimmer giggled to herself, the mushroom seemed like a majestic throne inviting her to sit on it. It pulsed and shifted with an intense glow, captivating her, and she felt an irresistible pull towards this natural and gorgeous masterpiece.

As Shimmer sat herself beneath the giant mushroom, she carefully arranged her art supplies in a line before herself, smiling to herself, giddy with excitement at what she was about to create. The pots of paint were an array of night colours such as purple, blue, black, and teal. The colours would become the very essence of the night once she was done. While the paints were the colours of night, the vials of glitter would represent the magic the glows and shimmers seen in only Silveil.

Her first choice was the deep purple she had, as it resembled the shadows that danced in the forests under the persisting night sky of Silveil. The paintbrush felt cool against her fur as she painstakingly applied the colour to her toe beans, giggling as it tickled a little. It felt like she was painting a masterpiece on a canvas,with the canvas being herself.

Next, she dipped her brush into the sapphire blue she had, its colour making her think of the midnight sky. The cool sensation of the paint mingling with her fur and skin sent a delicate shiver of delight down her spine.

Shimmer continued this process for each toe bean, each colour adding a layer of complexity to her paws. Midnight black, the shade of the shadows of the forest, followed by teal which resembled the surface of the lake that was home to Silveil’s Elder Tree. Her paws gradually transformed into a palette of night time colours, reflecting what Silveil was known for, night time.

Finally, with her toe beans a collection of many different colours, Shimmer eagerly unscrewed the lid of a container filled with the best and most beautiful glitter she possessed. It was a mix of silver and gold, glinting like a galaxy of stars. She sprinkled a generous amount onto the tops of her paws, sneezing as some wafted up towards her face.

As she stood up, a shower of glitter fell from her paws, shimmering like stardust as it fell to the forest floor. She stared at the colourful, sparkling display, her heart brimming with joy and proudness over her work. With each step, her paw prints left a kaleidoscope of colours—blues, purples, black, and hints of gold and silver from the glitter.

Her paw prints were like magical footprints that some unknown creature had left behind, their vibrant hues coming alive under the glow of the luminescent flora. Shimmer was in awe, witnessing her artistry come to life on the floor, a single tear falling as she swelled with pride.

As she roamed through the forest, her paw prints left a beautiful mark in the magical forests of Silveil. Those that would pass by the foot prints would surely be captivated by the dazzling display, wondering what mysterious creature could have possibly left such beautiful prints on the forest floor. She giggled to herself wondering if there would be talk and gossip of the “magical sparkly foot prints” that had adorned the forest floor.