Whispered Alleys

In a town where stars sing, there are alleys that only children know. They are painted with the colors of forgotten rainbows.

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Through these paths, little footsteps leave behind traces of giggles, and whispers tell tales of fishes that ride bicycles.

"Did you see the moon wearing a hat?" asked the girl with the sun in her hair.

But the boy, with his pockets full of dreams, replied, "I saw the clouds chasing their shadows."

Here, in these alleys, giants are made of marshmallows, and trees have arms that wave goodnight.

Sea of Clouds

Murmurs of Stars