Once, in a world of giggles and rainbow slides, there lived a small bubble. It dreamed of touching the horizon where sky kisses the ocean.
The bubble, round and white, would rise from the waters of the Inner Wave. With each journey, it met cloud-colored giraffes and talking bicycles who shared their stories of adventures.
They told of paintings that sang, of teddy bears that danced like fireflies during dusk, and of whispers often mistaken for forgotten melodies of deep seas.
Though the bubble could never reach those faraway lands, each rise from the Inner Wave was another step closer to dreams yet told in the books of stars.