Uncle, a lonely sculptor, once dreamed of a kid who could make his life feel meaningful again. He carved a statue of that boy exactly as he saw in his dream.
Uncle, a lonely sculptor, once dreamed of a kid who could make his life feel meaningful again. He carved a statue of that boy exactly as he saw in his dream.
Uncle felt like the dream wasn't just random, it had to mean something. Uncle began collecting the objects he had seen in the vision, each one holding a purpose to slowly shaping the character of the boy he called Mozetardio.
Uncle felt like the dream wasn't just random, it had to mean something. Uncle began collecting the objects he had seen in the vision, each one holding a purpose to slowly shaping the character of the boy he called Mozetardio.
One day, a mysterious fairy glowing with starlight appeared, she chanted a spell and spoke of Mozetardio’s destiny. And the magic happened, hinting that his journey was about to begin.
One day, a mysterious fairy glowing with starlight appeared, she chanted a spell and spoke of Mozetardio’s destiny. And the magic happened, hinting that his journey was about to begin.
A wild thunder rolled in, and lightning hit the statue straight on. At first, Uncle thought it was destroyed, but instead, the statue twitched, breathed, and Mozetardio came to life.
A wild thunder rolled in, and lightning hit the statue straight on. At first, Uncle thought it was destroyed, but instead, the statue twitched, breathed, and Mozetardio came to life.
Uncle was beyond surprised and amazed. The kid who once existed only in his dream was now standing right in front of him. His life become fun, full of color and brighter than ever.
Uncle was beyond surprised and amazed. The kid who once existed only in his dream was now standing right in front of him. His life become fun, full of color and brighter than ever.
Mozetardio quickly found joy in drawing. He could sketch for hours, filling pages and walls with his ideas. Out of everything he drew, rockets were his favorite. Every design showed his curiosity and his dream of reaching the cosmos one day.
Mozetardio quickly found joy in drawing. He could sketch for hours, filling pages and walls with his ideas. Out of everything he drew, rockets were his favorite. Every design showed his curiosity and his dream of reaching the cosmos one day.
But imagination wasn’t enough. One day, Mozetardio discovered a hidden rocket tucked away behind an empty hangar. Excited, he grabbed his spray cans and began graffitiing it, covering the rocket with bold colors and designs, unaware that someone was inside. 🚀✨
To be continued...
But imagination wasn’t enough. One day, Mozetardio discovered a hidden rocket tucked away behind an empty hangar. Excited, he grabbed his spray cans and began graffitiing it, covering the rocket with bold colors and designs, unaware that someone was inside. 🚀✨
To be continued...
