Once upon a whispering leaf, the serpent cozied up with the sun. Their dance tangled bright shadows—one shifts, one glows.
You see, a feather is light not just because it floats, but because it knows how to listen to the ground!
Friendship is a shiny pebble, it sinks when too shiny, and floats when it thinks there's a friend below.
Can you feel the giggle of the lake?
Can shadows eat light, or does light kiss shadows? In each bite of hush found tucked in corners, new blooms frame old stories, sharing the sky's laughter.
Chasing Echoes | Sky of Whimsy