Once upon a time, within a whisper of winds, where the ink of yesterday forgot its story, a heartbeat spoke in laughter. Dreams stitched on the cloud, miles beyond, where our thoughts will always land.
Collecting drops of forgotten diaries, the rains gathered secrets of doll laughter left in the loops of sunshine, jumping over puddles never walked, etchings on a slate erased only to keep forever unsaid things.
Follow the Raindrop Path