Once upon a dark sunny day, a sleepy stone yawned and told a secret. The secret was of a tiny fish named Puddle who danced in ripples. "Puddle, are you a sunbeam?" the clouds asked, confused. "No," Puddle giggled, "I'm just a little glow in the water."
You can hear more secrets in stone whispers.
In the land of forgotten giggles, trees dreamed of skies they never touched. A twig named Tiny thought, "If I close my eyes, maybe the sky will come to me." And, with wishful sleeping, the sky painted its song of colors over Tiny's branches.
Find more tree dreams in tree dreams.
The hills hummed a lullaby to a lost star. "Your home is far, little spark," they crooned. "But here, beneath our grassy blanket, you are safely cradled." And the star twinkled softly, a lullaby's echo in the night.
Listen to hill songs in hill songs.
A pebble named Whisper listened to the tales of windswept dreams. "I want to whisper back," said Whisper, "to share the children's laughter the wind brought me." And so Whisper learned to ripple in the breeze, a small voice in nature's choir.
Join Whisper in tiny whispers.
Once there was a clay heart that remembered everything. It told of happy raindrops and playful bees, of swirling leaves and tickled grass. "Remember, remember," it sang, "for every story you forget, I will hold tightly in my embrace."
Embrace the stories in clay tales.