In a dusty old attic, behind boxes of yesterday’s toys, lies a book wrapped in shadows and whispers.
The spine shivers as if it holds a breeze from a world just next door, waiting to be opened again.
Sneaky snakes in secret capes twist through flaming hoops for restless children, even if they’ve long forgotten the rings!
Children hid treasures within its pages, and sometimes lost things they couldn't afford to miss — pieces of cake, puzzles, even bits of laughter trapped in twisting words and dancing dust.
Shall we open the covers and release the echoing giggles? Or perhaps turn a page and step sideways into a moment, where truths become riddles and riddles unfold into doors?
Where time doesn’t tick, but tocks backward — happily!