Once, in a place not far, there lived a story (whisper), trapped in a hollow book.
Pages turned endlessly, much like leaves in dance, (eerie echo), but none read.
The story wanted friends. It wanted smiles and shoes, simple stories from beyond.
But only echoes. They made plants sway, (giggling void).
And then, a girl came, barefoot, seeking shadows.
She found the chapters unwritten, and began to write, with dreams and inkless pens.
Step lightly, through the door...
Hidden Paths