A Tapestry Woven from Silence

In the land where whispers dwell, soft snores of clouds above, the sun plays peek-a-boo with the moon.

Here, butterflies are messengers, carrying dreams to the starlit shores of distant night.

Walking barefoot on the gentle ticklish grass, each step a note in an unplayed symphony. Listen closely, it's singing.

Feel the Breeze Echoes of Silence