In the darkness before dawn, a whisper dances on the edge of dreams, spilling colors unseen. Shadows of plain hopes paint the walls of possibility.
Mice and marbles, unraveling secrets in rhymes, speak a language of silvers and yellows. Have you seen the ocean's sigh?
Voices of forgotten toys linger under beds, telling stories to the dusty wind of smiles that never were. Listen closely; the echo answers.