Malcolm the Mole traversed the earth effortlessly, a subterranean world all of its own. Today he was moving house, digging tunnels towards a new home to play in. A singing caressed his ears, a hum of heaven, sweet music for his soul. On he ploughed, as the music grew stronger.

A light ahead enveloped him, a quartz crystal shining with an inner glow. Malcolm stopped, as he soaked up the energy.

Gemstone Glade was quiet as the molehills appeared. There was a quiet humour in the air. Treasure was being unearthed, golden coins the cream on the top of each molehill.

The millionaire mole threw away his new found wealth so easily. The next visitors to Gemstone Glade would be very lucky indeed.

And still the mole burrowed underground, as if it could never stop.

A unicorn entered the glade, resting its horn on a molehill. The mole felt the healing energy straight away, as it burrowed further, unstoppable in its quest to build the best molehill ever. The molehills were here to stay, for a while at least, as coins shone in the sun.

It was time to play. Gemstone Glade sighed as a gust of wind fingered the trees. Anticipation was in the air.

Then she was there, the tiny orange fairy Carnelian Caroline. Sparkles shimmered in the air. Caroline laughed as she blew bubbles, bright orange globes which blew around the glade gaily.

The fountain turned orange. The hedgehogs in the woods turned in their sleep, chuckles in their chest.

The leaves in the trees glowed with an orange undertone. Caroline laughed again. Wherever she flew, joy and fun followed.

Two small children hesitated at the edge of the glade, silhouettes against the sun. They were soul walkers – their bodies asleep far away, sweet dreams soothing their minds and leading them here.

“Come and play!” invited Caroline. Nervously the children entered the glade, looking around as if all their Christmases had come at once.

Caroline blew bubbles their way, growing larger and larger in tune to the fairy magic inside. The children climbed on to a bubble each, rising and circling the glade. Their joyous laughter joined the sound of the wind. Happiness ruled the day, as a sun that surely could not set turned slowly orange and pink.

Orange light suffused the glade with giggles.

It was time to play.