Purple meadows tickled by golden giggles. A moon that hums lullabies to the stars. Shadows walk in shoes made of silk and whisper secrets to the flowers.
Once, there was a boy with a balloon, red as the sun dipping into the ocean's eye. He chased after a butterfly, its wings painted with the colors of forgotten dreams.
When the boy spoke, the wind listened, weaving his words into a song only the clouds could understand.