In the garden under the large oak tree, shadows danced like children, their movements quick and fleeting. A little girl named Lily often watched, her heart thumping with joy.
"Can I join you?" she asked one day, her voice barely above a whisper. No one had answered, but the shadows twirled closer.
The moon cast its silver light, and Lily remembered tales told by her grandmother about the forest spirits who danced in the darkness. She wondered if they wore secret smiles and if their eyes were hidden stars.
Sometimes the whispers told of paths not taken, of places where children could see things not intended for grown-up eyes. Follow me said the dance with no voice.