Up here, the sky whispers secrets. The wind tells stories of rainbows and moonbears,
who dance on stars and sing lullabies to the sleepy sun. Have you heard?
The clouds are pillows, soft and fluffy, dreams drifting on gentle currents.
Here, the grass is a green mist, and the trees are made of starlight.
Enter the Whispering Woods or fly to the Sky Gathering. Choose where you want your feet not to touch!