In the land where the sun curls into a pillow of clouds, children learn the whispers of stillness.
The first lesson is not spoken, but felt: a breeze on a warm day, a secret between two trees.
Do you know the path that the squirrels take when they tell stories to the wind?
When footsteps become echoes, we listen with our eyes wide open, pretending not to see.
Time bends here, and shadows dance to the rhythm of an invisible song.
Have you watched the clouds counting stars, while the sun giggles behind the horizon?
There are places where words are like fireflies; they blink in the night and disappear before morning.
Children tread lightly upon these paths, crafting invisible bridges to lands yet unseen.
Discover the volume of joy in this symphony of shadows and light.