Once upon a dust-choked attic, the shadows danced to a melody only they remembered.
A sailor's lost cap drifted in the breeze beneath a sloping roof, whispering tales of oceans deep.
Echo: "Have you seen the windsweepers dance?"
In a garden overgrown with thorns and laughter, a tea set poured stories instead of tea.
Voices of imagined friends floated between the tangled vines, inviting with promises unspoken.
Echo: "With each sip, time unfurls."
Under a moonlit sky, forgotten bicycles rusted against dreams of roads untraveled.
The gears creaked in chorus, a symphony of journeys that never reached their end.
Echo: "Pedal forwards, backward thoughts."