Once upon a time, nay, perhaps a long time or maybe short time, the kind of time where clocks could giggle, there was a mirror that talked to itself when no one was watching, which was, I must say, rather often since people were rather occupied with clouds and cheese. If you listened closely, and I mean very closely indeed, you might hear the stories of shadows who wanted shoes and the reflections of cats that prefered hats.
Now imagine a world inside this mirror, or outside, depending on how you feel about mirrors really, where colors can float like balloons, and imagination holds hands with reality, skipping this way and that. Here, every step you take, or don't take, makes ripples in songs made of whispers and giggles. And there is a path with no beginning or end, just like a circle that isn't trying to be an ellipse, full of mysterious twists and turns looking to surprise friendly with a game of peek-a-boo. If you care to find the beginning or perhaps the not-ending, you can wander over to the mazed heart or the puzzling shadows.
Partly cloudy with a chance of dreams and wonder.