In the quiet dusk of another world, stars peek through, laughing quietly. There are no trees, but whispers dance among the dust clouds. Here, you find what seems like a mountain—but really just a pile of secret wishes collected from kids afar.

With every step, tiny stories tumble out—tales of faraway lands told by night-lit visions. Like sandcastles made of time, they stand briefly, then wash away in the cosmic breeze.

Do you hear it? The call of dreams from galaxies unexplored. Somewhere here, the colors of laughter swirl silently, inviting your footprints to join the dance.