Once, a butterfly spoke "It's too quiet here..."
The wind listened, and in return, it promised a dance among the clouds.
Have you ever found a penny on the ground and wished it was gold? "I wish it could fly like me," the butterfly sighed.
The cracks in the dark streets hide stories: a mouse's secret fort or a tree's forgotten dream.
Whispers of asphalt crumbling away to share: counting stars
A child's laughter echoed over the rooftops, painted in colors that only they could see. "Let them fall," said the sky.
Underneath, a world of whispers tells tales of stepping stones leading nowhere, except into heartbeats and tickling secrets.
Do you believe in invisible friends? They might be made of dreams and sprinkled with moonlight.
Murmurs of the Moonlit Path are waiting for you.
The asphalt, weary from tales it keeps, stretches out, begging for little feet to dance upon it once more.