Today, we make magic on the lunar beach. A soft breeze whispers secrets.
The stars giggle as they twinkle. Shadows dance, leading footsteps.
What lies behind the next rock? A hidden friend or a wish waiting?
We leave traceable lines on this alien shore, little paths of curiosity.
Visit the portal where your dreams leap. Leap in
Tickles of wind call us softly. Whisper back
A door waits, unseen but felt. Open with a smile