Here is a long English story for you:
🌿 The Boy Who Chased the Horizon
In a small village surrounded by endless green fields, there lived a boy named Arin. The village was quiet, peaceful, and simple. Every morning, the sun would rise slowly over the golden rice fields, and every evening it would disappear behind the distant hills.
But Arin was different from the other children.
While the other boys played by the river and flew kites in the open sky, Arin would sit alone on the highest hill near his home and stare at the horizon. He often wondered:
"What lies beyond those hills? Is there another village? A city? Or something magical?"
The elders of the village would laugh when he asked questions like that.
"The world is small," they would say. "Everything you need is right here."
But Arin did not believe that.
A Mysterious Stranger
One evening, while Arin was sitting on the hill, he noticed a stranger walking along the dusty road. The man wore a long coat and carried a large leather bag. His boots were covered in mud, and his eyes looked tired—but full of stories.
"Where are you coming from?" Arin asked eagerly.
"From beyond the hills," the man replied with a gentle smile.
Arin's heart began to race.
"What's there?" he asked.
The stranger sat beside him and said, "Cities that shine at night. Oceans that stretch forever. Mountains that touch the clouds. And people who speak a hundred different languages."
Arin listened as if he were hearing magic.
That night, he could not sleep.
The Decision
Days passed, but Arin could not forget the traveler's words. The horizon no longer looked peaceful—it looked like a promise.
Finally, one morning before sunrise, Arin packed a small bag with bread, water, and a notebook. He left a letter for his parents:
"I must see the world with my own eyes. I promise I will return."
With a deep breath, he began walking toward the hills.
The Journey
The journey was not easy.
He crossed rivers that almost pulled him away with their strong currents. He climbed rocky paths that hurt his feet. He slept under the open sky, sometimes afraid of the strange sounds in the dark.
But he also saw things he had never imagined.
He saw a waterfall that sparkled like silver in the sunlight. He met a painter who created sunsets on canvas. He met a musician who played songs that made strangers cry.
In a busy city, Arin felt small and lost at first. The buildings were tall, the streets were noisy, and people rushed everywhere. But slowly, he learned. He listened. He observed.
The world was not small.
It was endless.
The Storm
One night, during his travels, Arin was caught in a terrible storm. Thunder roared across the sky. Rain fell like sharp needles. He lost his way in a forest and felt fear like never before.
For the first time, he thought of going back home.
"Maybe the elders were right," he whispered to himself.
But then he remembered why he had left.
He did not leave because he was unhappy.
He left because he was curious.
And curiosity, he realized, was stronger than fear.
He found shelter under a large tree and waited until the storm passed.
The next morning, the sky was clear again.
The Return
Years later, Arin returned to his village—not as a boy, but as a young man with stories in his eyes.
The villagers gathered around him as he spoke of oceans, mountains, cities, and people from faraway lands.
The elders listened quietly.
And this time, they did not laugh.
That evening, Arin climbed the same hill where he used to sit as a child. The horizon was still there—but it no longer felt mysterious.
He had learned something important:
The world is not meant to be feared.
It is meant to be explored.
And sometimes, the biggest journey is the one that begins with a single question.
The End.