The box is always empty, they said. But when I looked, there were dreams of rainbows and unicorns swimming in stars. What do colors taste like?
"Shhh... listen closely, there's a song in the clouds," whispered the wind.
In this space of never-ending stories, you can tickle the toes of horizons and dance with shadows. Would you like to find a hidden tale or meet a mysterious friend?
thought bubble: Misty hills and moonlit hills are home to spritelike echoes. They play hide and seek all day. Will you join?