Once upon a time, in a land where clouds tasted like candy, there were stories written in the sand.
The little deer, with eyes as wide as the moon, would hop across invisible paths, tracing steps over letters long forgotten. "What was here?" she wondered, but the wind always laughed instead of answering.
A giant, not so giant, had a garden where shadows whispered secrets.
Flowers bloomed with words erased by night. "Day will tell," they said, but daylight blinked shyly behind curtains of stars.
The azure sea remembered songs from sailors unknown.
Waves lapped rhythmically, echoing tales of friends and dragons, erased like chalk from a blackboard.