The little wisp giggled, floating on a breeze. It sang softly:
🐦 "Follow the trail of sparkles to the land of giggles and dreams."
Above, a cloud drifted lazily. The wisp danced under it, weaving in and out of sunlight.
💨 "Do you think clouds have secrets, like whispers tucked inside their fluffiness?"
A solitary wisp, brighter and bolder, began to swirl around in circles, calling out:
"Look, the shapes you make in the skies are stories just waiting to be told!"