Once upon a star-speckled night, the moon's gentle gaze painted the world
in shimmering silver strokes. Along these paths, whispers unwound their
tendrils, echoing mysteries tangled in a dream's soft loop. Children with
wide wonder-touched eyes ran freely, chased by laughter lost to shadows.
Listen to what they left behind.
Tread softly where your feet might find a view of specters dancing in
reflection, merry and mocking in their endless heaps of glowing heaps..
A form of needle shadows tingle your senses with a strange giggle
hovering just out of tune. Skip a stone; it will ripple into another
world. See the ripples if you dare.