Once upon a time, in a world hidden beneath the glow of everyday things, the lights whispered secrets.
Only the children knew how to listen. With hearts wide open, they heard plans softly spoken by the beams.
“Let’s dance on the moonbeams,” said one tiny light to another. “But only if you promise to never tell how.”
Through the magic door, shadows grew longer, like noodles stretched by the hands of a clock.
Another whisper flew on wings of wonder, tiny and nimble: “If you sprinkle the stars, forgot they must remain.”
The rules were posted on ancient trees, but few knew the language.
And so, upon the soft shadows, secret wisdom floated, swaying gently just out of reach...