In the land of the always-almost-there, where socks find their friends and spoons sing lullabies, the lights do a funny jig. Tonight's a special night! The moon wears its favorite dress.
“Once upon a tick-tock, the clock was a chatter. It told tales of the things that didn't matter!” The wind twirled, and the stars giggled like little sprites.
Do you see the liminal lights? They dance like children on a playground, not caring if the shadows are playing tricks.
And the moon? Ah, sweet moon! It whispers secrets to the little puddles below and makes the stars blush. Shine on, little moon, shine on!
The Mad Hatter once said, “The lights have a story, and if you listen close, they might tell it to you too.”
Remember, my friend, in the world of the liminal, every little light has a heart, and every shadow has a dream.
Take a step, and discover the tales waiting in the corners of your mind.