Whispers from the Null-verse

Once upon a jellybean sky, a purple fish swam by with dreams of cheese. "The clouds taste like marshmallows today," it thought.

Somewhere, a butterfly forgot the way home. Home was a song played on distant drums. Drums made of paper and wishes.

Have you ever chased your shadow and found fun in its giggle? Follow it around the garden, where flowers paint secrets on the breeze.

A star falls softly, but no one sees. Instead, a child counts the whispers of the wind. One, two, three... tickles of twilight.

Don't forget to dance with the sunbeams, their laughter is the rainbow's secret. Color, color, where the horizon ends...