Once upon a wish, in a world where echoes wore hats,
Little Lucy whispered, "Are you there, Blue Moon?"
Bouncing gently, the echo replied with twinkling laughter,
"I wear my hat on Wednesdays, meet me at the wishing well."
There was a forest where trees told stories.
Stories of stars and silent rain.
If you listened close, you might hear.
"The owl speaks in riddles, and the wind sings soft lies,"
they said in voices like gently flowing streams.
If you run fast enough, you find paths that should not be.
Curled ribbons of sand and whispers in the breeze.
A door opens to nowhere and everywhere,
Only if you know the password, which only the sun can speak.
Click here to follow the echo trails.