In the land of sleepy whispers, the stars blink with sleepy smiles. The moon tucks clouds like children into the night sky.
Sshh! The wind murmurs secret tales of enchanted rabbits that hop over rainbows and sing songs only the stars can hear.
Listen closely and you might hear the echo of a giggle carried from a meadow where fairies dance on dew-drops.
Dreams wear hats of lavender mist, cuddled with scarves of emerald green. Would you like to dream in pastels or bold primary colors?
If you follow the whispering path of petals, the road will lead you to places where wishes are painted in gentle hues of twilight.
Imagine a world where clouds are made of fluffy marshmallows and rain falls like soft cotton candy.
Where do the whispers end? Perhaps near the shimmering shores of thought-lost seas.