Mystic Echoes

Once upon a never-ending path, never quite straight and always softly whispering, there danced dreams behind every curl and corner, where unicorns might peek from behind trees that were more than trees, and the sky told stories of clouds that were more friendly than usual.

Following the murmur of giggling streams that went where they wanted, a curious child found themselves hopping on rocks that play a game of musical islands, and every leap was a secret untold, something magical in the air smelling of candy and mint.

In this place where time ran like a friendly puppy, often stopping to smell the flowers, little rabbits wore glasses to read books about adventures that they themselves had not yet had but surely would someday.