Once upon a clock tick, a robot named Twirl made dreams with little brass fingers.
A soft song twinkled beneath its belly, rippling across moon puddles.
Can you hear it? Like whispers from trees, long asleep.
Twirl the Dream Dancer loved the color sunset orange and hatched melodies from spring air.
It danced in circles,
guarding the secrets of moonlit smiles.
Do you want to join Twirl? Dance along.
Elsewhere, little tinkers sang,
casting nets into starry voids,
weary of waking dreams.
A giant fairy clock<
ticked steadily,
not counting moments
but counting smiles.
Another path? A dreamless wander? Follow the light.