Once upon a time, in a land where colors wore hats, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna loved the moon, but the moon was hiding, playing peek-a-boo behind the clouds.
In her secret garden, not many could see, she planted whispers and watered them with dreams. Stars danced and giggled like little boys and girls runned up the Dream Hill.
Sometimes, the wind said strange things, tickling Luna's ears. “Beware of the silent screams,” it said. “For they hide in the shadows, waiting for cupcakes and tea.”
But who needed silence when the flowers sang lullabies? Who needed light when lanterns knew how to jump rope?
In a box of forgotten toys, Luna found a magic paint. “To see what you cannot see,” the label whispered in a voice soft as marshmallows. She painted a door and it opened a world where teddy bears spoke pirate and shoes could dance without feet.
The moon peeked, chuckling, and the garden glowed, though none could tell if day was day or night was night.