In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the soft murmurs dance like clouds, a small voice cries out. “Hello!” it sings, in echoes of colors unseen.
Imagine a jellyfish wrapped in a starry blanket, floating gently, twisting, curling. It glows with whispers of laughter, soft as cotton candy dreams.
Spirals of luminescent fish write stories in the air — tales of the deep, of watermelons wearing hats, and the moon made of cheese. When you listen carefully, you can hear them giggle! Ha ha! Fish are so funny!
And if you close your eyes, look with your other eyes, you might just find a forgotten voice tracing shapes in luminous shades of turquoise.
Chasing a breeze that sings, spreading sparkles like fireflies at dusk. “Follow the glow!” it says in bright potato spark. It dances through the grass, through stardust pools, leading to the edges of everywhere.