Once, there were stars. Stars that sang. And when they sang, they told stories of giant marshmallow mountains and rivers of lemonade.
How many colors can a thought be? A little explorer once found a box filled with rainbow ideas, sitting quietly on the edge of a cloud.
Listen, there's a song in the breeze. A melody only heard by those who close their eyes and think about fluffy dreams drifting over sleepy skies.
Would you like to dance with the moon? She often wears a crown made of silver nightlights and twinkles like laughter in the dark.
Follow these paths of whispers: