The Faded Colors

The four little dragons soared high, their wings cutting through the clear, blue sky. Below them, a breathtaking garden floated among the clouds, its flowers once so colorful they made the sky look plain. But today, something felt wrong.

“I don’t like this,” Zephyr muttered, glancing at the wilting petals. “The colors... they’re disappearing.”

Ember landed first, sniffing the dull red flowers, his eyes narrowing. “What happened here?”

A soft fluttering sound caught their attention. A butterfly, shimmering with faded colors, landed on a nearby flower. "The colors are fading because the rainbow hasn’t visited," she explained. “Without it, the flowers lose their brightness.”

“But... there’s no rain!” Ivy pointed out, looking at the cloudless sky.

The butterfly sighed. “That’s the problem, little dragons. No rain, no rainbow.”