In a forest made of dreams, where whispers wear leaves and sounds have feet, little Tilly found a door. It wasn't just any door, it was a door that belonged to shadows.
"Can shadows talk?" thought Tilly, her eyes blinking like the stars in the sleepy sky. The door creaked open, revealing a room woven with secrets and giggles.
"Welcome!" said a tiny voice. It was the Shadow King, dressed in a cloak of mist. "Would you like to discover the truths hidden beneath the stoplights of time?"