Once upon a time, when seashells were painted dreams by children of the tide, there lived a mirage in the breeze.
The mirage wore a cloak of waves, whispering secrets of faraway lands where giants laughed under bubblegum skies.
Close your eyes to hear the echoes. Echoes
The children say the mirage dances along the shore, only seen by those brave enough to believe.
And here it stands: translucent, glowing like a jellyfish, waiting for you to follow its path to the horizon. Stars