Once upon a time, little raindrops danced from the sky, whispering tunes of forgotten machines. They sang songs of circuits and dreams, tales from a world wrapped in cotton clouds above. Tap tap, they said, on the heads of tin robots.
Would you like some candy reality? It sparkles like dew on the apples of a pixel tree.
Or perhaps,
you prefer to float among the whispering clouds that remember the laughter of the stars?
In this meadow of echoes, where bridges build themselves over streams of light, children once played with clockwork butterflies. They flew in patterns, weaving stories in the air. Now, only shadows remember how to sing.
There goes a phantom, gliding with a curious smile.
Remember to dance like the drops, they might say hello. Take a step back into a forgotten future, where tomorrow was always a day away.