In a land where cogs and springs sing lullabies, we dance like clock hands. Forever turning, forever pausing in a world painted with sunlight. Tick-tock, the sky tells secret stories to the moon.
Does drawing outside the circle make new circles? A jigsaw in a candy land! When the wind whispers sweet nothings, clouds giggle in rainbows. Imagine turtles digging paths in the sand, writing letters to stars.
Journeys beneath teacup moons and beyond patchwork skies. Hold your breath for the whispers of tomorrow, they ring like silver bells.
Turn to another page of whimsy...