In the land of soft whispers, where dust coats the dreams of the present and the shadows speak in riddles, there lies a garden.
Once, a long time ago, the wind carried stories from trees that never wanted to be forgotten:
"Once upon a time, we hailed the elephant with freckles. He painted the sun blue, and it sparkled like sugary waterfalls running down the fields."
Shhh... listen closely. Beneath the layer of now, there are many layers of not-now, untold.
But those pillows of clouds up there, they know things. They hide secrets and whispers, tales of bunnies who knit blankets from moonlight!
If you follow the footprints of the breeze, you might find mirrors of mist reflecting forgotten dreams.
The wind is a cunning storyteller, sometimes a lie, sometimes a truth, but always a riddle. Can you unravel its palimpsest?