The person that wrote this might be a secret admirer that is shy.They are probably not far away from the person they wrote to,but they keep a safe distance.They started to like the person they send this to,and that is why they send the message.The person that received it probably started looking after the author of the note,and are willing to form a connection.

One day during a lesson, the screen turned blue. It showed sea animals like seahorses and fish, and a scroll opened in the middle. On the scroll were these words:

“This is not a message. This is a test. If you are human, blink twice.”

The students laughed. They thought it was just a joke.

But then something strange happened. The screen started to glow, and bubbles floated up. One girl, Lina, blinked twice—without even thinking.

The scroll disappeared. In its place, a doorway appeared on the screen. It looked like water, and cold air came out of it. Suddenly, Lina was pulled into the screen.

She woke up deep under the ocean, in a glowing world full of sea creatures and lights. Strange sea people told her the scroll was not a joke. It was a real test. They needed someone brave to help protect their underwater world.

Back in the classroom, the screen turned black. One last message appeared:

“Blink again when you’re ready to come back.”

Last night, as the world lay quiet under its velvet sky, you looked up and saw the stars stirring—at first a flicker, then a deliberate shift. They glided, like dancers on an unseen stage, drawing faint silver lines across the heavens. Slowly, almost shyly, they gathered into a pattern: unfamiliar at first, but soon unmistakable. The stars were spelling something.

The word—or was it a message?—hung there, shimmering with cosmic intent. You blinked, rubbed your eyes, but it stayed. And then, impossibly, a voice like wind through ancient trees whispered in your mind: "We see you."

Suddenly, the ground seemed less solid beneath your feet. Was it a greeting? A warning? Or perhaps an invitation? You couldn’t sleep after that, your mind racing with possibilities. And by morning, the sky had returned to normal—as if nothing had happened at all.

But you knew. Tonight, you'd be watching again, waiting for the stars to finish their sentence.

     Most crabs are content with a quiet life, scuttling over sand, hiding under rocks, and nibbling on whatever the tide brings in. But not me. My name is Mr. Crabby, and I was born different. Even as a hatchling, I looked at the waves and wondered what lay beyond them. While my brothers buried themselves in the sand and my sisters raced sideways for fun, I dreamed of adventures: of storms, treasure, and the wide-open sea.

      One day, while exploring a coral reef far from home, I spotted something unusual caught between two rocks. It shimmered in the sunlight like a jewel. Curious, I approached it carefully, claws raised just in case it was a trick. But it wasn’t a trap, it was just a bottle. A real glass bottle with a tiny scroll inside, sealed and decorated with barnacles. I circled it, admired it with my claws. It felt… important. Magical, even.

    I spent the next few hours trying to figure it out. What was the scroll for? Who had written it? And more importantly… was this bottle empty enough for a crab like me?

With an uneasy feeling, I pushed and wiggled my way into the narrow neck of the bottle. It was tough, my shell scraped the glass, and I got stuck twice but eventually, I made it. I was inside! I sat there, claws folded, heart pounding. The bottle began to rise, lifted by the tide, spinning gently like a message from the deep.

      At first, I was scared. The ocean looked different from up here brighter, bigger, endless. But the fear passed quickly. I realized this was the adventure I had always dreamed of. I wasn’t just a crab anymore. I was Capitan Crabby ruler of the bottle-ship.

     Days passed. I floated past jellyfish cities, ancient shipwrecks, and dancing schools of fish. I met a squid named Michael who played me a song on his coral harp. A family of dolphins pushed me away from a dangerous whirlpool. A seagull once tried to steal my bottle, but I clicked my claws so fiercely it dropped me in surprise and squawked away. But at one point… the waves stopped and I ended up on another beach, far from my old home and long-lost family. I began to feel lonely, perhaps even regret for getting distracted by my thirst for adventure.

  Suddenly, my little bottle was tossed and turned like a leaf in the wind. I held on tightly inside, whispering to myself, “You’re a crab… and you’re brave.” I thought I wouldn’t survive. There was a weird looking creature, something I never saw before back home. A big giant with blonde hair and big bright eyes.  It screamed ‘’ Mommy, mommy I found a crab! Can i take it home?’’ Inside the bottle, I had written a message on that scroll: “Hello, I am a crab. I have taken over this bottle.” That was the moment I met Claire, the girl who found my abandoned ship and took me in her home, making it mine also.  I have realised that bottle wasn’t my home, my ship, my story. It was way more than that, and me and Claire are still good friends. I still travel the seas, sometimes returning to that same beach to check if Claire is there. I still dream of distant places and whisper secrets to the waves.

     So if you ever find a message in a bottle, remember: it might just be from me, Mr Crabby , the crab who dared to dream.