Once upon a time, in shadows that danced when the sun took a nap, there were little whispers. Whispers that wore hats made of stardust and giggled at the ticklish tick-tock of trees.
"Why can't you catch me?", the shadow asked the curious light. "Because I’m here and there, and sometimes nowhere, like the twinkling secret of a wish."
In the world of upside-down dreams, the cat with a watch told stories of jumping being.
They hop and skip between tickling realities where things are both here and not here.
Imagine a box! It's empty... but maybe it’s full of whispers too, waiting for a friend.