Once, in a village touched by sun and shadow, there were walls that held stories. Story walls, whispering hints of dreams. (Shhh, listen...)
Every night, children gathered round, pressing ears to the cold, secret-holding stones.
Echoes of children:
"Once, we climbed the clouds, danced on beams of moonlight, and played hide and seek with stars. Did you hear us, walls?"
And walls, becoming spirits, gave voice to gentle sighs, songs woven from sunlight, giggles fading like shadows.
Tales of a brave dragon and a butterfly queen, written by the wind...
In the heart of every whisper was a world longing to be touched again by a child's hand. Dance of Sunlight
Crystal Footsteps: Another journey awaits beyond the hills.
Do you believe they sing? Moonwalks under the gaze of stars, they murmur more truths than we could ever know.