Once upon a time, a whisper danced on the wind. It sang of flowers secret and bright, hidden in gardens of the mind.
Did you know, if you look closely with your heart, stars sometimes blink back from raindrops? Just peer softly, and they might giggle, hiding behind curtains of mist.
If you see a path made of light, follow the shadows. They’ll lead you where you'll find the invisible ink that paints all that cannot be seen.
Read between the lines, for stories are told in the spaces of silence. The wind carries these tales, if only one asks politely.