Once upon a time, there was a rainbow that forgot how to shine. It wandered through the light, searching for echoes of laughter, but found only silence chasing after whispers.
Little voices say things softly, gently like they know secrets. Shadows find homes beneath their beds, and truth hides behind doors left ajar.
Paths that twist and curl beneath night skies speak the ugliest truth. Follow the murmur, if you dare.
Simple hearts, really, and eyes wide with questions. Hollow dreams talk back in riddles.
Butterflies only flap upwards to escape where the echoes live. Echoes never lie or so they say.