Imagine a place where the sun kisses every wall.
Here, paths tangle, twist, and whisper secrets.
Past the leafy door, you find friends echoing back.
Chirp chirp, sang the Robins.
The wind danced and swayed, while you jumped in.
"Follow the whispers," they told you with gentle nudges.
— The path ahead shimmers —
Maybe it holds tales of curious kittens, or stories of wandering moons.
Will you continue to seek their sleepy stories?