In the land where rivers sing and trees wear whispering hats, the stars fall like raindrops on the pavement of your mind. They blink and twinkle, winking at the secrets they hold, and in this cloudy world of dreams, anything is possible.
A butterfly with a clock for wings tick-tocks as it hovers over the sleeping moon, while the shadows play hopscotch on the twilight sky. You chase after the clouds that carry your laughter, and they spill over the horizon in hues of midnight blue and velvet gold.
But deep inside, beneath the layer of candy-coated dreams, lies a rabbit hole that opens to an echoing void. Where do you go when the ticking stops, and the butterfly folds its wings?
Fleeting Visions lead to forgotten doors.
The horizon stretches infinitely, a ribbon of serpentine wonder, and you ride its waves with a curious heart. You hear stories woven into the fabric of night, of ephemeral moments lost to the sands of time.
In the distance, a lighthouse flickers, a beacon for wayward dreams. It calls to you, a siren's song that fills the air with echoes of worlds unseen and stories untold.
Follow the Light, and perhaps you'll find your way home.