Sara Hidalgo da Veiga gathers stories whispered by ancient trees, by winds that sweep across forgotten fields, and by memories that dwell within words. She grew up among books, where tales mingle with the hush of starry nights. She believes there is magic in simple things — a stone that glimmers in the moonlight, a forgotten name, a secret kept through generations. In her writing, the real and the enchanted walk side by side, like old friends. Each tale is a half-open door to worlds where time lingers, animals speak, and dreams grow deep roots. She writes for those who still listen with their hearts and believe that behind every story lives a truth that reveals itself only to those who dare to imagine.