Once uponwards in the upside-down world, where balloons float tethered to nothingness and walls whisper secrets to the invisible, there lived a small matchbox house full of giggles and whispers wanting to be spoken out loud, but never were.
The windows, like curious eyes, peeked out at the world that spun round and about, where flowers blinked like sleepy children waking from their dreams and the paths, zigzagged and looped, like ribbons thrown into the air by merry little elves.
Sometimes, when the sun bobbed a jig in the sky, the shadows played tag and the clouds chased after rainbows that sometimes spilled glitter instead of water, tickling the trees who laughed medicinal laughter that made everyone who heard it smile, though no one knew why.
And if you listened closely, dovetailing whispers intertwined in a dreamy songlette, you might find hints of stories that wanted to escape into the night sky like fireflies dancing at a balmy summertime gathering beneath the watch of an old, kind moon.
Step Deeper Through the Forgotten Path Enter the Doorway of Dreams Swim the Streams of Memory