In the garden of whispers, the moon sings to the sleepy sun. "Round and round we go," says the sky, tickling the clouds. Did you hear the stars giggle?
Trees sway, telling secrets to the breeze, who forgets quickly— but the trees remember. They are old storytellers with wrinkled bark.
In this cosmic playground, planets are balls in a never-ending game, chasing the light of the sun like children in a field.
Once, a raindrop landed on a leaf, and the leaf whispered a wish to the wind. The wish traveled south, kissing daisies and daydreaming with rabbits.
If you listen very closely, you can hear echoes of laughter in the trees. They sing songs of flowers and flying friends.
Follow the Wind's Path Catch a Shimmer Into the Night's Echo