The lost laugh played hide and seek, behind curtains of dark and dreams.

Invisible tickles in the morning mist, a whole hand that is not there.

Once upon a time, a boy found a cloud that floated all by itself. He named it Fuzzy.

Fuzzy told tales of tickling trees and giggling winds.

Do you feel the soft whispers? They sing songs only heard by the moon's sleepy eyes.

Here's a riddle from the phantom: Where do dreams swim when the stars are dry?

Follow the path of missing fingers to discover more: Path of Echoes

Find the cloud with Fuzzy: Skyward Journey