Once upon a chirping star, a little path unfurled. Who knows where it leads? Not even the moon, peeking through the clouds.
Bring your shoes with wings, for they will carry you over puddles of giggles. Sometimes, a maze opens like a door, just to close again.
Clocks tick softly, whispering secrets only to children who dare listen. Under the rainbow's foot, there's a basket of dreams.
The air tastes of bubblegum and stories—a blend so sweet, a dragon might cry candy instead of fire.
Follow the winding path to the lantern fjord. It's where shadows play tag with the wind.
And remember, mazes have no end, only beginnings disguised as sighs.