The Grimace of Fate

Once upon a time, in a whispery world above, a rabbit spoke about the size of the moon. "It got bigger when I wasn't looking," it said. "Can it shrink again?"

"Do stars have parents?" a tiny voice pondered. "Maybe they have bedtime stories too," answered another, yawning.

A little girl asked a bear, "Where do dreams go when they wake up?" The bear replied, "I think they just hide behind the eyelids."

When you close your eyes, listen. Often, clouds speak of secret rivers and painted skies.

Fleeting Echo

Gleam of Twilight