Once upon a time, when clouds wore hats and stars sang lullabies, there was a tiny village living inside echoes.
The villagers were shaped like footsteps, with hats made of sunbeams. They danced to the rhythm of silent music, which only they could hear.
On particularly quiet days, they would paint their dreams on the skies. And on those canvases, balloons floated, cats wore glasses, and fish read newspapers. The village's tall tale narrators claim these are footnotes from books left unread somewhere else:
[1] From "The Guide to Moonbeam Adventures," it's said that a foot may grant a turret story simply by twirling thrice. Twice if you are wearing polka dots.
[2] A passage in "Stargazing for Cats" explains, "Every star is just a cat's dream pestering afoot upon the Orion's mantle."
[3] "Thoughts Dancing on Raindrops" asserts that silent music sounds best when your ears are attired in cupcake frosting.
And when the wind blew softly, the echoes would repeat these tales, whispering them back to the very stars that penned them down.
In the corners of the sky, purple elephants played hopscotch with the clouds, under the watchful eye of a wise old owl.†
The villagers were never alone, for their companions were friendly shadows, dancing in joyous tandem with every step they took on the balloon-tipped roads.
No one knows if these echoes are true, or merely footnotes of the mind, wandering through pages unfinished. But if you listen closely, they just might tell you secrets.
Curious about the villagers' adventures? Meet the Dream Painter, or follow the Wind's Pathway.