Once upon a time, where whispers grew, the roads were made of clouds and children with stars in their eyes could see forever.
Into the Misty Unknown
The soft echo of laughter trails behind, following footprints in fragrant flowerbeds.
Skies are singed by the taste of honeycomb dreams, resonating with a silent desire for skies of yore.
A journey begins with a single crumb of light, leading into the heart's embrace.