In the alley, the whispers are the wind's secrets, telling tales of the ★ moon's adventures.
Once, a paper cat walked by, its paws silent as dreams. It wore a hat made of rainbows.
The alley is home to puddles that reflect the sky upside down, where fish swim in the clouds.
And the benches? They sing lullabies when no one sits upon them, dreaming of all the places they have seen.