The floor creaked gently, a soft whisper of secrets untold.
Little Sara, with her golden curls, followed the sound.
Step, step.
"Is anyone there?" she asked, her voice echoing.
But only the corridors replied... Echoes of Silence.
Deep inside, where light barely dances,
She saw shadows move - are they friends, or something more?
"I see you!" she shouted, clapping her hands.
The corridors folded around her, like a bear hug, or was it a maze?
Another door perhaps? Whispering Wishes.
And the phantoms, oh the phantoms,
They giggle and they hide, in cracks and behind pipes.
But Sara knows they’re just playing, just like her.
Come play too! Playground of Dreams.