Under the mirror sky where dreams drift and dance, whispers tell tales of the enchanted lands.
A world made of soft giggles and hidden hugs, wrapped in colors that only poppies know.
Clouds bounced, and rainbows whispered, as a tiny mouse with a wizard hat looked on.
Vast were the fields of marzipan trees.
A sky of hopes and puddles of stars beneath
Quantum butterflies flitted about, through webs spun of sunlight and giggles.
Do wishes feel ticklish when they pass by the moon?
Take a spin, round and round, and you'll see the moonlit dance.
Or perhaps chase after a cloud to the voice of starlight?
In the Veil, all is possible, wrapped in silk strands of echoing joy.