Once upon a time in a bubble of sky,
a little star named Tink
wanted to dance with the moon.
She spun softly,
trailing pixelated dreams.
Glitches giggled through the silly wind,
whispering secrets of flying
over the horizon, where colors
melted like ice cream on a sunny day.
In the land of bright puffs,
every step made music,
hopscotch songs
in the gentle breeze,
notes shimmering in the moony glow.