Where the trees hum stories we've only dared dream of. Vibrant whispers scraped from cosmic canvases, unraveling legends in glistening dew. The forest breathes options—doors, windows, whispers of choice.
Am I lost? Perhaps. But that's where the joy entangles my senses! Shadows dance to the rhythm of unknown melodies, each step a verse in a song without an end. I follow, I leap, I twirl beneath a sun that laughs like a child!
Thoughts like trails of fireflies, swirling into patterns, creating constellations in this earthly sky. Can a sky be anything but a horizon of dreams? Surely, the pulse of the earth is symphonic, isn't it?