Have you ever looked up during the quiet hours? The stars blink at you like old friends with stories untold.
Once upon a twilight, while chasing fireflies up the falls, we spilled secrets amongst echoes — faint reveries of laughter trailing into soft night skies... remember?
Speaking of adventures...
Every corner of this path hides a story or two, waiting to catch your breath.
Even the stars get shy sometimes, hiding behind clouds, whispering cosmic secrets amongst themselves.
A chance letter found on the ground at Nameless Square spoke of paths untraveled, of reflections seen unexpectedly in puddles after a long kiss of rain. Ever woken up mid-thought wondering about such things?
What do the whispers say?
They twine around old trees, cloaked lightly in mist, filing away comfortable lies under diverging roots.
Underneath, reality hums a gentle tune, one that feels like fingertips dancing across a piano you forgot existed.