Once upon a time, in a place where colors sing and flowers whisper secrets, there was a garden. I think... I am not sure.
Here, the clouds dance like grandmas in the sky, twirling their soft dresses, and the sun is ever so warm, like gentle hugs from above.
Birds chirp tales of faraway lands, lands where dreams run wild and giggles float like bubbles. I want to go there, but my feet are heavy with stories untold.
Sometimes, I hear a voice saying, “Follow the path of rainbow pebbles,” but I don’t know where the voice comes from or why it wants me to follow.