Once upon a whisper, sunlight danced on butterfly wings, weaving tales of forgotten dreams.
Shadows painted stories on the walls, laughter like ripples in a sunlit pond, memories of simpler songs sung to the moon.
There were footprints in the cloud, steps leading through the starlight, following the footprints of another self.
Explore the echoes yourself: Amiss in the Garden or Through The Misty Wood.