The hallway smells like peanut butter, mixed with whispers from dragons and alligators who tell stories from the end of the land. Sometimes, the whispers say:
“Under the sun, look for round white biscuits, but not ones meant for tea.”
Colorful shadows skip down the walls, leaving behind traces of songs in numbers too big to count. A door at the end might be red. Or green, depending on the weather according to the stars.
Josie says the whispers come from invisible friends who dance with friends made of dust.
Explore the castle echoes