Journeys in Dreams

The moon whispered secrets to the ocean, but the stars had other stories tucked behind their twinkling eyes. The sea, a blanket of forgotten lullabies, listened close.

Once, there was a tire swing on a tall tree, where the sky brushed the earth in soft, golden hues. Little footprints danced around it, stories written in sand and erased in time's gentle tide.

Do you remember the castle of whispers? Where echoes of wishes floated like cotton candy clouds, each tugging at the heartstrings that tune the dreams of children?

Close your eyes and count to ten. Perhaps you'll find that erased histories glow faintly under the laughter of the moon.

Find the hidden treasures