Once upon a whispering breeze that danced among the tall grass, a secret lay buried beneath warm, soft soil right there by the river's edge, where stones loved to skip. Letters, ancient and wise, had tucked themselves in snug pockets of the earth, waiting patient behind cracks in the stone and looking for a friend to read their dreams. Who could it be? Could it be you? And me? Yes, let's pretend it's us, together in this hidden land!
Scribbles on parchment crumbled and yellow like sunrise mist that tickles the sleepy hills, these letters spoke stories of rabbits who wore crowns and invited ants to tea, yes indeed, expect little cups full of magic and stories overflows like rivers rushing to the sea, yet they politely forgot never to forget.
It's said that when clouds hug the earth close, these letters whisper louder, telling of skies painted dreams and footprints that shimmer like stardust. Do we dare follow them into the twisty paths of woodland tapestries? Have a peek here: dragons and sandwiches await.