In a patch of wildflowers, little arms stretch to the heavens. Silhouette dreams dance like dandelions, carried by the waft of sweet summer breath. Remember the laughter?
A twisty path leads to forgotten lands of glittering colors. Faces that shimmer, like bubbles, rise and drift away. Things float before our eyes.
Somewhere, a little cheeky cloud mischievously tickles a tree, dreaming of being a kite, soaring away from tangled roots.
What if shadows talked? Would they share their secrets of moons lost in playful laughter or the echo of sunburnt adventures?