Once, in a town where whispers wore capes of mist and shadows danced playfully with light, the children would run. They called it the Singing Fog.
Through its soft veil, stories of giants and dragons spun through the air, tickling ears and making hearts skip. One brave girl, dare taken by curiosity's hand, stepped deeper into the chilly embrace.
But in the mist, she found not giants or dragons. No, friendlier things hid. Once she giggled at the swirling shapes trailing her, only for a voice to rise, smooth and gentle:
"Little inquirer, would you claim our secret tales?"
All around her, the fog sighed, cradling her in wonder and soft, shushing mystery. She could stay, or hear, or perhaps dream...
And there nestled, the shadows beckoned, promising stories untold.