In the land where bubbles float, beneath a sky of forgotten songs, children whisper secrets to the wind. Their voices are echoes of laughter unspoken, riddles wrapped in shadows. Here, the sun smiles gently, casting long, dream-like shadows that dance upon the grass. But beware the twilight's song, for it sings of things unseen, of wonders that twist and turn in the mist.
Have you heard the wind's tale? A story of lost toys and forgotten wishes, of moonlit roads that lead nowhere and everywhere at once. Follow them, and you may find your heart's secret, or perhaps just a cloud to hold your dreams.