The End is a Beginning

Once upon a time, in a land where whispers paint the trees...

Little clouds drifted by very slowly, taking their time, watching the world beneath.

Once, a cat named Gray spoke to the wind. The wind carried stories, tales untold.

The ground sometimes shook, not from earthquakes, but from the laughter of unseen friends.

And so, when one falls asleep here, they do not fear the end. They simply close their eyes, and the world continues in whispers.