Once upon a foggy afternoon,
in a land stitched with meringue cotton,
there sprouted a bubble of ideas.
Little hands like bouncing whispers
chased after loops and loops of fate.
Each thread spun a secret untold,
holding together stories yet to unfold!
Flowers sang songs to the riddling skies,
telling tales through sunbeam eyes.
Oh, tangled they were, these threads
of wonder, of laughter, of sleep that bends.
So, what will you shape, dear friend?
A heart, a star, a gentle bend?
Hold tight, for every circle made,
reveals a part of the dreamer’s cascade.
Follow the sunbeam through the curtain,
to discover more: Dance of Reflections
or play a game: Calm Before the Requiem