In a time where the sundrops seldom linger...
The skies hummed a pitch only the earthworms could understand. Wrapped tightly in the cocoon of forgotten laughter, the universe exhaled silently, each star flickering a note in its melody.
Listen close, beneath the frozen river...
There lies a tale told by the sea-urchins to the moon's reflection. Viscous whispers fill the air like bubbles, each embracing secrets that pickle the night.
Walk between breaths...
Be greeted by shadows that paint their stories in sighs. The sky weeps crystalline tears that caress the ground, leaving behind traces of unwritten poetry unseen by anyone's eyes but the wise old willow.
Nestled in the heart of this gentle slumberland, there awaits The Archive of Unwritten Words, a place where written dreams sigh and banners bow.
There once was a night...
When time stopped for a hug. When wishes made upon fireflies found truth in chilling shadows. These echoes, spinning little tales in whispered breaths, unravel the sky into yawning constellations.
Underneath the dreams of gentile slumbers...
A cavern breathes sweet lullabies. Its walls, adorned with the memories of spoken wishes, encircle every timid flicker of hope. Eternal, vibrant, sleeping behind wrinkled lids.
Dare you follow the silent call...
Down to The Heartwood of Stories Untold, where twilight’s last shiver catches a ride upon autumn leaves sailing into obscured dimension folds?