The wheel of fireflies turns slowly, murmuring secrets to sleepy owls perched on invisible branches.
In this world, colors sing, whispering to the shadows that dance in half-light.
Beware the midnight clowns, whose laughter is a melody only the bravest dare to hum.
Follow the echoes and find a path they chose not to tread.
Perhaps the message is clear beneath the tangled vines of thought, but only for those ready to listen in new ways.