In the land where the stars giggle, Mr. Wisp the glow-worm tells stories. His light is soft, like the sleepy sun saying goodbye.
Once upon an evening, he whispered secrets to the butterflies, secrets that danced in the air like tiny sparkles.
The trees listened quietly, their leaves nodding gently, as if they understood every word. Sometimes the wind would join the story, making a whooshy sound, like a dreamy laugh.
Would you like to listen too? Follow the light or the shadow, they both tell tales.Go that way or stay here.