In a land way beyond the clouds, shiny spaces dance and play. There, steps echo in empty halls, making friends with the sound of soft winds. Join them.
Once upon a time, in a quiet box, little triangles held hands with circles. They sang songs of shapes, simple and true.
Why do triangles have pointy hats? So they can always find their way home!
Numbers giggle when no one sees them, turning into shapes, hiding in dreams. One day, they might tell you a secret. Until then, listen to the empty halls, filled with echoes of possibility.