In the clutches of twilight, beneath the quilt of stars, lies the Cloudforest, where dreams weave among the branches and shadows speak in forgotten tongues. Here, the air is thick with gentle secrets, echoes of child's laughter and the sigh of trees burdened with untold stories.
Among the trees, you might find a forgotten swing, swaying softly with the whispers of past, where little dreams dared to touch the stars. Or the moonlight's glint upon a merry, rusted merry-go-round, circling endlessly through the grasp of time.
But beware the flickering fires of will-o'-the-wisps, leading the curious deeper into the heart where reality and imagination dance a delicate, perilous ballet.
Listen to the voices Chase the lights