"Do you see the butterfly drawn in the starry sky?" The child asked me, fingers tracing lines on the dusty window.
Shadows dance as if they play hide and seek with the sunlight, flapping their hidden wings in the gentle glow of the morning light.
Sing with the light
From the laughter of wind to the footsteps of clouds, here lies the riddle of your dreams, soft as a whisper, firm as a secret told to the ocean.
Wander through wisps, tread softly as you breathe in the stories the stars forgot to draw.
Barefoot and carefree, we follow the echo of the sun as it dips beneath the horizon, leaving traces like breadcrumbs in the shadowy sky.