Once upon a windy whisper, the shadows played. They didn't have names, yet, everyone knew them. The tall shadow, it was a tree. The small one, a curious dove. They swung and danced on the fluttering light.

"Shh," said the little shadow. "Is it time for the song of stars?"

In the meadow, the grass nodded, agreeing softly. A cloud passed, a giant cotton candy, and it tickled the sunbeams. They laughed, a sound like sparkling water. Birds listened, sitting on invisible chairs made of air.

And the rabbits, oh the rabbits! They wore tiny hats and pretended to be explorers, hopping from one sunlit patch to another. Their adventures were small but grand, reaching the end of their garden world.