The Jungle of Blue Dreams – A Beanji Tale

The Jungle of Blue Dreams – A Beanji Tale In the deepest part of the jungle where few pandas dare tread, Beanji discovered a secret mist glowing blue under the moonlight. As the air thickened with floral fragrance, Beanji’s paws led him to a mystical glade filled with dancing lights, glowing plants, and tiny monks—frogs robed in moss and lotus petals. “This place feels like a dream,” whispered Beanji, entranced by the surreal glow around him. An ancient frog monk approached him, holding a steaming cup of brilliant blue liquid. “Welcome to the Temple of Dreams,” the monk croaked gently. “This is Butterfly Pea Flower Tea . Grown in sacred soil, steeped with purpose. It helps awaken your third eye, soothe anxiety, and unlock the world of lucid dreaming.” Beanji sat cross-legged and sipped. A calm unlike anything he’d known spread through him. He closed his eyes and saw visions of his ancestors meditating atop floating mountains, blue petals drifting in slow motion through the sky...