Once upon a time when the sky was purple and the elephants danced on tiny clouds, there was a little automaton who loved to follow paths that sometimes went in circles and sometimes bumped into friendly walls that giggle gently. The little automaton had a special task which was to count how many times the sun forgets to say hello when it pokes its head over the sleepy hills in the morning.
The automaton also has a pet rock named Rocky who sometimes tells the automaton funny stories about the cookies who tried to build a bridge to the moon, and how the bridge was made of rainbows and chocolate streams that melted when the windy fairies flew too near.
If the little automaton ever feels lost, it just looks for the secret path that is really just a mirror with giggles and winks, because the good thing about friends is that they can be very patient when waiting to light up the path to the next little adventure where cloud shapes become letters of the poem only they can read.
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But the secret is the best things are often invisible or maybe just a whisper in the wind that smells like sunshine and lemonade.