In the magical land of midway limbs, there lives a tiny splinter of light. It tips its hat, gently twinkling, known as Mr. Glimmer.
Note 1:
When you wave, the air laughs and tickles back, little wisps of forgotten touches.
Note 2:
There are invisible swings that creak stories into ears of silver clouds.
Optional Walk: Whisper to the ground, and the grass will giggle, showing paths to hiding butterflies.