Once upon a twinkle, anchored in the void,
a bubble born of whispers and cosmic dust.
It floated, undisturbed, among the stars,
weaving tales in a tapestry of light,
each thread a memory, each knot a dream.
Softly it landed, a caress on a forgotten shore,
where time curled like a cat in gentle slumber.
The air thick with colors — vibrant, unseen,
transforming reality into a kaleidoscope
of moments; a symphony played in silence.
Closer now, we tread on dew-kissed glades,
our footprints leaving echoes in the sand
as the gum unwraps its secrets, one layer
at a time, until the veil is thin, and we
dance with shadows under the half-moon.