Once, in the land of Tangles, where stars wore pajamas, a tiny car floated by on a bubble of lemonade. In that car lived a mouse named Moonbeam who only spoke in songs.
And the moon sang back with a voice as soft as blueberry pie.
Hidden Cardinals flit between the pages of time, drawing maps in the sand of forgotten dreams. They whisper to the winds, making wishes come true with each flutter of their wings.
There’s a rainbow bridge made from jellybeans, guarded by a sleepy giant who only wakes for tickles. If you cross it just before dawn, you can hear it hum a lullaby in colors.
And so, under the sleepy gaze of the pastel sun, stories like these will always linger, waiting to be told.